| Your eyes are open, you can't see | |
| Lying there out of your tree | |
| Your knees are flipping on the floor | |
| Your mouth ain't making sense no more | |
| A real hero, a real zero | |
| You know his name, he's the bozo | |
| Your boring waffle gets me down | |
| Grab your hat and get outta town | |
| Why do you always want to gab | |
| Sling your hook, I ain't your dad | |
| A real hero, a real zero | |
| I know your name, you're the bozo | |
| You tell those awful bloody jokes | |
| Pulling bloody awful strokes | |
| You're groping everbody's bint | |
| You never buy a bastard a drink | |
| A real hero, a real zero | |
| You're everywhere, you're a bozo | |
| I curse the day you were fucking born |