A fool there was

Incision after incision, I
Spike myself because

If ever a fool there was
I was a fool there was

But you can't put that on me
You can't put that on me
I know what you say about me, and
Well I mostly agree
But you can't put that on me

Fool there was
A fool I was

Decision after decision, I
Spike myself because

If ever a fool there was
I was a fool there was

But you can't put that on me
You can't put that on me
I know what you say about me, and
Well I mostly agree
But you can't put that on me

All your tastes and preferences
They're measured out in Moscow miles, and, oh
Wolf prints in the snow
That led us off the straight and narrow

And crooked smiles, that from one too many
Sad goodbyes
They no longer say hello, hello hello, ooh