The sun only feels good when it beats you down
I can't beat it right now but one day it's coming
My acting without thinking gets everyone riled up,
even when I shut up

I'm the jestor who stole the crown
The cellar king is mad and he's coming down
He points his finger at my sorry ***,
and I wag my tail fast

I may be burning but really I'm just getting by
With the stupidity and charm no intellect can find
My good intentions seem to be at fault,
so really I **** the lot off with my exhalt

I don't do much really but lick the asphalt
Like a lazy tootsie roll sticking to the hot ground
As I lay, an emotional rattle comes from some vent / vault,
so I kick the air all around

I have it so good and easy
So maybe I'll let the sun beat me down soon
And then it won't be so lemon-squeezy