Big Game

You think it's new
But it is not new
I cannot wait
To see the look on your face

'Cause someone's gonna prick that bovine balloon
Wrinkled little boxing glove
Someone's gonna tell you, "No, you can't"
And I think you might explode

You think we're fooled (you think)
But we are not fooled (we're fooled)
You think it's hard (you think)
But you're doing the easiest thing (it's hard)

And someone's gonna burst your blood-blubber head
Even little children see through you
Someone's gonna pull your big trousers down
And I think you might explode

So go home and squat in the basement now
Sing me a song from your dead-eyed scroll
Witless and rank as a fat-filled hole

I'm tired (tired) and you are ridiculous
God for a clown and a clown for a pig (clown for a pig)
Ever so small, but you think it's big, I know

I know

(I know)

You are ridiculous
Rubbery legs gonna march all night
Tell me again 'cause it makes me smile