He rakes his leaves with such disdain
He's got a zillion thoughts shootin' through his brains
His mom and dad don't understand
But they have hope for him

Ya see his smarts are far past ours
And in ten seconds he could probably solve the stars
But he has found that this might not work to his advantage

So to hide from all the answers he will keep his head on housework

Why does he have to be smart?
Why does he have to be smart?
Smarts choose you
Why does he have to be smart?
Why does he have to be smart?
Smarts choose you; that's the difference

Wish he knew another genius for comparison
So to hide from all the answers he will keep his head on housework

It's so, it's so, it's so illogical...