They built this whole neighborhood out of wood, out of wood
I guess I'll still be around when they burn, burn it down
I will be standing around when they burn it down
Here in the museum of idiots
Honey, I'm there when you need me, please believe me, please believe me
I'll still be right where you left me, if you manage to forget me
Where we met is where you may forget
Here in the museum of idiots
If you and I had any brains, we wouldn't be in this place
Chop me up into pieces if it pleases, if it pleases
When the chopping is through, every piece will say "I love you"
Every piece of me will say "I love you"
Here in the museum of idiots
Every piece of me will say "I love you, you, you"
Here in the museum of idiots
Quoth the Johns:
Written especially for our titanic brass orchestra shows, Museum of Idiots has only been performed a few times in public.
John Flansburgh
[source: TMBG Unlimited, June 2001]