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I know this song is rather stupid. I know I am writing like a school kid. It has to be that kind of sunny, I have to make a rhyme for money. We know this world is rather stupid. They want me to do the pure shit. They say they need me try to please me, What a pretty rhyme for enemy. Stupid, stupid, I'm really ding-dong, From arty-farty to pigpopsong. Fool, I'm a fool, I'm really ding-dong, Whatever I do, it's bound to be wrong. I know that you will call me stupid I know you never liked my music Nevertheless I call you honey I have to make a rhyme for money I know that you will call me stupid I never tried to be a cool kid I think I'll leave you the guitar part Changes your mind but rhymes with fart Stupid, stupid, I'm really ding-dong, From arty-farty to pigpopsong. Fool, I'm a fool, I'm really ding-dong, Whatever I do, it's bound to be wrong. Repeat chorus x 2 Aus Songtexte Mania