Schlemiel and Schmo
At a fashionable diner,
a very funny familiar scene unfolds
A man dressed in his Sunday best clothes,
orders an appetizer for him and his date
In a jiffy comes the waiter
with two delicious bowls of soup
Then comes that familiar part ...
Oops!
Soup split all over his nice threads,
lighting up the red bulb in his head
Only one question for social science
need be asked though:
Will you be the schlemiel or the schmo?
Will you be the chump
who gets the soup dumped in your lap?
Or will you be the bungler
who does the Three Stooges stumble act?
Schlemiel or schmo,
which one are you?
I wanna know
Schmo or schlemiel ...
either way,
a stupid look is stupid still
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