NEON SIGN

well, you think you're pretty fancy
with your high falutin' strut
you think you are the U.S.D.A.'s
finest choicest cut

you think you are the cat's meow
the cat's pajamas too
you think the sun comes up to hear
your cock-a-doodle-doo

but i am hear to let you know
your ego's overweight
a crossword puzzle with no clues
a shirt not buttoned straight

a rainbow dressed in black and white
a shadow of a doubt
you're like a giant neon sign
whose letters have burned out

well, you think you're pretty clever
with an I.Q. oh so high
you think you are the brightest star
that shines up in the sky

you think you are the knees of bees
the cream of all the crop
you think you are the subject
of cole porter's "you're the top"

but i am here to make it plain
your value's not that high
you do not cause grown men to shake
nor pretty girls to sigh

you do not have a grain of sense
you lack a shred of clout
you're like a giant neon sign
whose letters have burned out