I hate all the philosophers who tell us how to think,
In fact the very thought of it has driven me to drink.
Why can't they mind their own business instead of minding mine,
Then surely they could think of something verging on sublime.
For in my head my thoughts are dead and buried don't you see,
No deep consideration how perceptions come to me.
Grunt and sniff and pick my nose for all to see and hear,
Thinking of what next to eat is all that I hold dear.
Such sophistication, I never like to show,
Maybe just my ignorance, my mind will never grow.
Who really needs to cogitate when instinct does the job,
I'm no intellectual, I'm just a messy slob.
So hear my tale, my mournful wail, I know it's all you need,
If you want stupidity to be your primary creed.
Don't think on it thus said the bard, just go with the flow,
For challenging topics are too hard, for me to ever know.
In fact the very thought of it has driven me to drink.
Why can't they mind their own business instead of minding mine,
Then surely they could think of something verging on sublime.
For in my head my thoughts are dead and buried don't you see,
No deep consideration how perceptions come to me.
Grunt and sniff and pick my nose for all to see and hear,
Thinking of what next to eat is all that I hold dear.
Such sophistication, I never like to show,
Maybe just my ignorance, my mind will never grow.
Who really needs to cogitate when instinct does the job,
I'm no intellectual, I'm just a messy slob.
So hear my tale, my mournful wail, I know it's all you need,
If you want stupidity to be your primary creed.
Don't think on it thus said the bard, just go with the flow,
For challenging topics are too hard, for me to ever know.
