The Idiot Bastard Son

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