Let's Face It

Might as well go back to the sticks where I belong
Since everything I do is unequivocally wrong
City life's too much for me—I haven't got a hope
Got to face it sometime—I'm a pill, a dill... a dope.

Don't know why I had to try this crazy social climbin'
Fell right off the bottom rung—I'm just a Simple Simon
In the strife of modern life I just can't stay afloat
The reason's quite apparent—I'm obtuse, a goose... a goat.

Wouldn't it be great to be as clever as hell
To know how to multiply, to add and to spell
I'd love to be brilliant, I'd love to be bright
But in my head (so teacher said) there's... something not quite right.

No use trying to use your nut unless there's something in it
I'm one of those of whom they say there's one born every minute
Now I'm in a mess, and it's a lesson that'll stick
It had to come, I'm just too dumb, a crumb, a clot... a hick.