Lyrics

Still listenin' to this podcast
But why, I often ask.
Can't treat your UTI
with a Whopper and some fries.
A fool, fool, fool! This guy's a dope!
Now you have yourself a fancy
doctoral degree.
But you can't tell a monkey
from a chimpanzee.
No, a fool, fool, fool! This guy's a dope!
Folks ask me for a reason I listen, but I can't explain.
He counts and counts to stay calm
and calls his kid each time it rains.
Out loud he reads the billboards,
driving all alone.
That's him staring at your plates,
scoutin' palindromes.
Yeah, A fool, fool, fool! This guy's a dope!
Why do I tune to you, to you?
I do not know!

*A parody of "Budapest" by George Ezra