You wanna know how stupid I am?
I never married because I have this plan.
I’m gonna be famous, top of the stairs,
travel in style and have lots of affairs.
Beautiful women, idyllic girls,
from Hollywood to Paris,
all around the world.
And tho I grow older it’s the dream of a child,
that’s how stupid I am, stupid, beguiled.
You wanna know how stupid I am?
I’m high every day because I have this plan
wherein the belly of the beast is the bottom of the stairs
and to live and breathe is to dance with death if you dare
to sit at the feast when all the legends are there
and everyone’s God who sits at the big chair
and everyone’s laughing and spilling their wine…
That’s how stupid I am,
I’m just spilling mine.
You wanna know how stupid I am?
I’m in this cheap motel because AI have this plan.
I’m drunk in the pub in the afternoon.
It’s got no windows. We’re howling at the moon!
And I’m buying dirty magazines from the late night novelties.
I sit by the window and sketch the seven seas.
The country boy in me by this stream of cars and stink…
that’s how stupid I am,
fishing, line, in the ink…