Wiseacre Lyrics

Got a squirting flower got a hand buzzer

Got a whoopee cushion got a can of snakes

A squeaky shoe an exploding cigar

Got a fake fried egg whatever it takes

To get my point across to you

I'm not satisfied with the things you do

Gonna shake it up when the sun goes down

Have a bonfire rally in your home town

I can tell you that

This is only the beginning

I'm gonna right this world

And set it to spinning around again

I'm gonna be a wiseacre I'm gonna tell you what will be true

I'm gonna be a wiseacre I'm gonna tell you what will be true

I'm gonna be a wiseacre I'm gonna tell you what will be true

I'm gonna be a wiseacre I'm rubber you're glue bounces off me sticks to you

You son of a bitch I'm gonna knock you down

Said the suffering man to the painted crown

You wanna kill me fine go ahead

But I'll only be stronger after I'm dead and

Trying to stop me's like trying to stop

A locomotive on crack and a tenure track

To Hell all aboard and there's

No going back no going back

Where do you lurk

I shall come down to your burrow

And chivvy you out like an old stoat

How can you work

On another acceptance speech

For a trophy you keep in a case

In your castle surrounded by a moat

Full of alligators crocodiles

Party whips and pedophiles

Tax attorneys

While the sick on their gurneys are

Lying and dying

But there's me in the back I'm trying just to

Sit up stand up

Walk up to you and spit on your shoe

I'm gonna be a wiseacre I'm gonna tell you what will be true

I'm gonna be a wiseacre I'm gonna tell you what will be true

I'm gonna be a wiseacre I'm gonna tell you what will be true

I'm gonna be a wiseacre I'm rubber you're glue bounces off me sticks to you

You got me hanging on by a very thin thread

Tired of these meals of just water and bread

Nails for a bed and an ache in my head

And my heart when I think of all the things still unsaid

Should we beat each other senseless

Or should we turn on the defenseless

Can we reach a consensus

On who could possibly recompense us

For all our crimes of passion for life

And it's obligatory strife

Can we reach a consensus

On who could possibly recompense us

For all our crimes of passion for life

And it's obligatory strife

Obligatory