| I am the Ignoramus | |
| But he believes he is concealed when blindfolded | |
| And he believes he can read minds | |
| Words written in ink on cerebral paper | |
| And he believes if he becomes learned he'll die, therefore he ignores all wisdom | |
| And he believes sweetness would wipe him out, therefore he tortures himself | |
| And I'm no longer the ignoramus |