The idiot bastard son The father's a nazi in congress today The mother's a hooker somewhere in L.A The idiot bastard son Abandoned to perish in back of a car Kenny will stash him away in a jar The idiot boy! I never wanted to because I was too small to start with I used to drink really some bad stuff Wine, all kinds of wine! Mixed, seven different varieties Thunderbird wine I don't know but I chugged A fifth of White Port once And passed out one day (heh heh) And I drank a quart of beer just before that And we were out riding around in the desert Very strange! Anyway Try and imagine The window all covered in green All the time he would spend At the church he'd attend Warming his pew Kenny will feed him and Ronnie will watch The child will thrive and grow And enter the world Of liars and cheaters and people like you Who smile and think you know What this is about You think you know everything... maybe so The song we sing Do you know? We're listening The idiot boy! Try and imagine The window all covered in green All the time he would spend All the colors he'd blend Where are they now? Right now I have two hit records on the charts But it has not made me any money It has only brought me fame and glory And a lot of work Which I do, really not care to tell