You don't know what you're talking about
When you're talking about the things you're talking about
You don't know what you're talking about
When you're talking about the things you're talking about
And you're talking about a lot of crazy stuff all the time
So dangerous living in our space
All your base are belong to us
Make a fuss and you'll be replaced
The human race in a yellow bus
Keep it low under fine veneer
You let them steer, plot their overthrow
You will know when it's time to cheer
A puppeteer wringing deathly woe
You medicate with a turpentine
Or a brew designed to escalate
Your pressure rate with a salty wine
Or white moon shine to regurgitate
Never let the fact that you have nothing smart to say
Get in the way of bloviation
Must react with haste
Never patient always quick to germinate pontifications
Let the gross contortions
Rain like perfect pearls of wisdom on your flock of listening children
Hyperbolic wind betrays your desperate struggle to attain
A perverse sense of importance
You don't know what you're talking about
When you're talking about the things you're talking about
You don't know what you're talking about
When you're talking about the things you're talking about
And you're talking about a lot of crazy stuff all the time