You were a victim of common sensenY was a crack in the concave lensnAnd when you opened your mouthnIt was always in self-defensennWe could have been at the top of our gamencould have come up with a brand new namenBut we ran out of grassnand bacardi just ain't the samennHey, it's probably better this waynIt saves me the trouble to saynWhat I really want to saynnNo, your wife doesn't have a cluenbecause she's never been introducednto the degenerate fakenI used to mistake for younnYou know it isn't a real big dealnI guess I'll never know how you feeln'Cause when you open up your mouthnnothing comes outnnHey, it's probably better this waynIt saves me the trouble to saynWhat I really want to say