You think you know it all. I got to help you, son.
The other guy is coming with a message you better here,
It will help you, I’m sure, son.
You are missing a few brains of that I have no doubt.
A bit dumb around the corners:
You sprouted wings like cauliflowers and cabbages on the sides of your brain.
But I am here, to help,
Unless some other together guy would get at you first:
The head guy. Amateur.
Bar the humble guy.
Who asked you,
Help me see.
For you see better than me.