the idiot bastard son

, (the father's a nazi in congress today. the mother's a hooker somewhere in l.a.), (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. 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 & ronnie will watch, the child will thrive & grow, and enter the world, of liars & cheaters & people like you, who smile & think you know, what this is about, 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.