The petunias jeer and whistle
At your little pipsqueak of a house
Knucklehead, get outta bed
And face the day your Knuckleheaded way

Poor poor Knucklehead
Throw away them fancy books you read
They're what makes you wet the bed
They're what makes you think you're dead
My poor poor Knucklehead

Of all the Knuckleheaded things to do
Of all the Knuckleheaded things to say
My poor poor Knucklehead
You haven't said or done a single one all day

Butterflies wear boxing gloves
To clobber the ones you love
Poor poor Knucklehead
Is that why your little missus lives under the bed?
Holding her breath and playing dead?
Your brittle little missus made of gingerbread

Poor poor Knucklehead
Can I buy you a brand new featherbed?
Can I roll you to the circus
And shoot you from a cannon
In that brand new featherbed?

The old tick-tocker
Starts to crackle
A whole new Knucklehead
In a brand new featherbed

Such a lucky Knucklehead
Such a lucky lucky Knucklehead
Such a lucky Knucklehead
Such a lucky lucky Knucklehead

Lyrics submitted by Thermidor

Knucklehead song meanings
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