The Kinks — Jack the Idiot Dunce

Who's the fool with the cross-eyed stare? The turned up nose and moronic glare? Who's that simpleton standing over there? Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce Who's that dumb-looking freckle-faced runt? Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce He walks like his feet are on back to front Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce When he waddles down the street he looks kind of queer Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce 'Cause he's got two left feet and taxi-door ears Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce And when we laugh at the clothes he wears Jack just smiles, 'cause he don't care Who's that fool? Who's that ninny? Who's that twit? Who's that chump? The Idiot Dunce, the Idiot Dunce Who is always the bottom of the class? Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce Who's a fool? Who's a boob? Who's a kook and an ass? Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce When we take examinations, he never gets a pass Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce And we all put him down, 'cause he can't think fast Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce We ridicule him and punch him around But Jack just laughs and stands his ground The Idiot Dunce, the Idiot Dunce Yeah, he's so uncoordinated Oh, and so disorientated And when we have a High School Hop You ought to see that idiot bop And his arms and his legs Seem to have minds of their own And you don't need brains To have educated muscles and bones Yeah, you ought to see him dance He moves like he's in a trance And when we have a High School Hop You ought to see that idiot rock And he's finally proved That you don't need a high IQ To make your body move Now he's created a dance that everybody's trying to do Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce (Do the Idiot Dunce) All right, put your finger on your nose (Do the Idiot Dunce) Now cross those eyes (Do the Idiot Dunce) Put your hands on your hips (Do the Idiot Dunce) Now wiggle your backside (Do the Idiot Dunce) Yeah, so now you've got the knack To do the Idiot Jack From your head to the tips of your toes Now the whole world's doing it and everybody knows Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce He's a real cool cat and a real gone groove Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce And the girls go crazy when he starts to move Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce Jack's a success, he's got nothing to prove Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce Even though Jack is dim His mother is so proud of him “Hey, who's that groovy looking dude dancing with all the chicks?” The Idiot Dunce, the Idiot Dunce Uh, uh