Fun of Me


The way you keep a straight face
While making fun of all of us, in your state of grace
Well, it's just amazing
You hide a smile, and you wait
'Cause you just found the red flag, the right bait
That will drive me crazy

I would like, in every song, to have a line saying
'Oh, good friend of mine!'
But then, well, it would sound cheesy

Your eyes would turn from side to side
Your jokes can bring together, yet, they can divide
Is this some game you're playing
You raise your hand, solemnly swear
That this is not a travesty, that you were there
And you keep on saying

'I know you worship policemen.
I mean, any kind of law-enforcement figure:
Whether a sergeant, lieutenant or a food inspector
And please don't forget the school janitors.
Of course, they're enforcing the law: they're dressed in a uniform
That's not my point, it is yours, you uniform fetishist.
Should I mention the priests?
Even though you repeat the catchphrases you learnt from your atheist liberal friends,
I just happen to know all of your kinky phantasies
About being an altar boy.
There's no need to deny,
Everybody has inner needs, and these are yours.
Don't be such a prude:
You shouldn't hide your devotion
For the One, Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic Church,
And the purification you get in confessing your sins to your favorite priest,
Or school janitor.'

We'll have a laugh at this routine
That you've been playing since we both were seventeen
Adding more made-up details
You'll hug me close, I'll play along
A PC version of you would be just so wrong
So tell that joke again

Let's see what twist you're coming up with this time
Your audience waits like babies for nursery rhymes
So come on, make fun of me
I realize I'm glad to be your sidekick
Anything goes, yes, all the jokes, even if sick
So come on, make fun of me
I would like, in every song, to have a line saying
'Oh, good friend of mine'
So come on, make fun of me