An idiot's insides deserve a checkup
The doctor's baffled, the patients rise up
They huddle close and gasp quite loud
Inside his head there's a little cloud
A puff of smoke dances around
And quickly sinks to the white tiled ground
Is it escaping? But God, where to?
Should we be chasing? Oh God, what do?
The doctor shouts, the patients cry
The idiot can't help but release a sigh
His happy thoughts and simple dreams
Have gone up with smoke so it sadly seems
Just God forbid they give him a brain
Everyone knows that it causes so much pain
Just let him rest, just let him think
Of happy clouds and candy that's pink