Robby Berman—lead and background vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitars, claps, drums, cowbell, bass, piano, organ
(All instruments in italics are software instruments played from a keyboard.)
© 2009 Robby Berman
He knows where I work
He knows where I shop
My idiot friend.
He knows when I go out
And when I come back in
My idiot friend.
He and I go back
Go back to way back when
I try to get away
It seems I never can.
The games he wants to play
From when I was a kid
They hardly make much sense
They maybe never did.
If I’m feeling good
He asks am I sure
My idiot friend
He’d rather see me sweat
What hasn’t happened yet
My idiot friend.
Stealing like a shadow
He comes from behind
Preying on a weakness
He knows that he’ll find
Taking me to school
‘Til l’m down on my knees
I’m sorry to say
The idiot’s me.
Always on my shoulder
My idiot friend
Whispers in my ear
My idiot, idiot
Eye of the beholder
My idiot friend
Worry, doubt, and fear
My idiot, idiot.
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na.
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na.
He’s always got advice
Advice I shouldn’t take
He’s always got it wrong
I never get a break.
He says that only fools
Go lightly through a day
That worrying will keep
The ugly stuff away.
Attempt to preempt
What cannot be controlled
My idiot friend
A recipe for fools
That it’s time for letting go
My idiot friend.
Always on my shoulder
My idiot friend
Whispers in my ear
My idiot, idiot
Eye of the beholder
My idiot friend
Worry, doubt, and fear
My idiot, idiot.
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na.
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na.