Idiot Song

From Live at Drury Lane this song, written and performed by Neil Innes (sometimes considered the seventh Python), this song is generally considered to be a Python song.

How sweet to be an idiot
As harmless as a cloud
Too small to hide the sun
Almost poking fun
At the warm but insecure untidy crowd.
How sweet to be an idiot
And dip my brain in joy
Children laughing at my back
With no fear of attack
As much retaliation as a toy.

How sweet to be an idiot, how sweet.

I tiptoed down the street
Smiled at everyone I meet
But suddenly a scream
Smashes through my dream
Fie, fye, foe, fum
I smell the blood of an asylum
        (blood of an asylum,
          But mother I play so beautifully,
          listen. Ha, ha)
Fie, fye, foe, fum
I smell the blood of an asylum
Hey you, you're such a pennant
You've got as much brain as a dead ant
As much imagination as a carvan sign

But I still love you, still love you
Ooh how sweet to be an idiot
How sweet. How sweet. How sweet.