Dear mr. good i'm writing to tell you about my child He's in the fifth grade and very dangerous He thinks he's smarter than you and i and everybody else So play him as a maestro would play a cheap violin Let him think he's the ringleader Then in mid-circus pull the rug out from under him My fear is that he's nearing the third rail He's kneeling to another angry idol And i can see it as his face is getting pale That he's on his way out of this world This sudden spat of insanity - needs a good fat dose of humility Otherwise a dictator will arise in class and rule by fear So before he gets too old to know what we're doing right now Before he gets too old to turn a deaf ear - turn it back my way My fear is that he's nearing the third rail He's kneeling to another angry idol And i can see it as his face is getting pale He's getting nowhere on no one's referrals Getting nowhere on no one's referrals He's on his way out of this world