Beware The Fly Lyrics

Mr. Nietzsche had a mind
He used it every day
But at night he had an ache
That wouldn't go away
It itched so he scratched it
He scratched it ‘til it bled
First it drove him raving mad
And then it killed him dead
Poor old Fred
You'd think he had more sense
But you just can't be too careful
Tony Walker was a man
Who lived a life of ease
Anything he'd want he'd take
The world was at his knees
His one fateful weakness
Would put him in his grave
When one day a jealous lover
Blew his brains away

What a fool
You'd think he had more style
But you just can't be too careful
Take a hint, don't let this be your fate Beware the fly in the ointment

Everybody's got a weakness
Great and small alike
Everybody's got their sore point
Like Achilles and his heel
There's always something there
To trip and make you fall if you're not careful

Leon Trotsky could have been
The ruler of the roost
The hero of the working class
The wellspring of truth
A holiday in Mexico
A window wasn't closed
A killer walked right in
And stuck an icepick up his nose
Leon's dead
You'd think he had more class
But you just can't be too careful
Take a hint, don't let this be your fate
Beware the fly in the ointment

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