We're stupid, we're stupid, our brave little band!
We're blind and intractable, and weak in the gland.
We don't care for thinking, or using the heart
But we're real fond of drinking and laughing at farts.

Away, away with thought, By Gott!, with thought by Gott!, with thought, by Gott!
Away, away with thought, by Gott,
The song o'the Intolerant Ninnies.

What an inspiring group!!

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