CHORUS:
Is there any tool that can be used by a fool
so they’ll have food to eat and clothes to wear?
A fool must be a tool, but I don’t know what for.
That’s why I’m sitting here in despair.
How is a fool supposed to make their way in this world?
They can’t just get a job or start their own business.
A fool is like a baby bird, they can’t build their own nest,
they can’t hunt their own worms.
Are they supposed to become prostitutes or beggars?
CHORUS
God, we fools are asking you to know just what you made us for.
What was it you intended us to do?
What are we equipped with that can help us to survive?
How can a lady fool catch a husband’s eye?
CHORUS
Now Dusty Stables, don’t you laugh at me so soon.
Please, don’t regard me with disdain.
Just give me one day to figure out what being a fool is all about
in the great creative scheme of things.
I’m sitting here in a restaurant today,
I’m the only one that’s all alone.
The other people are wearing black and sipping soup du jour.
Now do you see why I feel alone?