From the recording The Better Bozos of Our Nature

Lyrics

welcome, dear friends
here's looking at you
show me what I see
plain and simple
I hunt for any dimple
making me better than you

I know my own mind
I could spot it in a crowd
aggreeable and in line
obedient and loyal
and it comes when I call
most of the time

in my control room
I'm steering your ride
show me what I see
I don't see the forest
nor do I see the trees
I see a field of schemes

I always follow my thoughts
lest I let them get away
all for the better
if I bring out the worst
I should be better than me