Stupid

I know this song is rather stupid.

I know I am writing like a school kid.

It has to be that kind of sunny,

I have to make a rhyme for money.

We know this world is rather stupid.

They want me to do the pure shit.

They say they need me try to please me,

What a pretty rhyme for enemy.

Stupid, stupid, I'm really ding-dong,

From arty-farty to pigpopsong.

Fool, I'm a fool, I'm really ding-dong,

Whatever I do, it's bound to be wrong.

I know that you will call me stupid

I know you never liked my music

Nevertheless I call you honey

I have to make a rhyme for money

I know that you will call me stupid

I never tried to be a cool kid

I think I'll leave you the guitar part

Changes your mind but rhymes with fart

Stupid, stupid, I'm really ding-dong,

From arty-farty to pigpopsong.

Fool, I'm a fool, I'm really ding-dong,

Whatever I do, it's bound to be wrong.