Big Game

You think it's new
 But it is not new
 I cannot wait
 To see the look on your face
 'Cause someone's gonna prick that bovine balloon
 Wrinkled little boxing glove
 Someone's gonna tell you, "No, you can't"
 And I think you might explode
 You think we're fooled (you think)
 But we are not fooled (we're fooled)
 You think it's hard (you think)
 But you're doing the easiest thing (it's hard)
 And someone's gonna burst your blood-blubber head
 Even little children see through you
 Someone's gonna pull your big trousers down
 And I think you might explode
 So go home and squat in the basement now
 Sing me a song from your dead-eyed scroll
 Witless and rank as a fat-filled hole
 I'm tired (tired) and you are ridiculous
 God for a clown and a clown for a pig (clown for a pig)
 Ever so small, but you think it's big, I know
 
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 I know
 (I know)
 You are ridiculous
 Rubbery legs gonna march all night
 Tell me again 'cause it makes me smile