The April fool is exhausted
After a thirty-one day March.
His extremities are frosted,
His bones ache, and his throat is parched.

He sure has seen much better nights,
And he's seen better days.
Before he crosses me again,
He'd better look both ways.

That April fool's been talking smack
To everyone at Snake's Place:
Next time he stabs me in the back,
He says he'll do it to my face.

Brave words coming from a fool's mouth,
Tumbling from a scrambled brain.
Not sure why he's calling me out;
Must be a poster boy for pain.

He sure has seen much better nights,
And he's seen better days.
Before he crosses me again,
He'd better look both ways.

He brings a knife to a gunfight,
And he waits for stop signs to change;
Tries to start fires with a flashlight,
Then turns around and calls me strange.

He sure has seen much better nights
And he's seen better days
Before he crosses me again
He'd better look both ways.
Yeah, if he doesn't want
To have an accident,
He'd better look both ways.