they call me mr. knowitall
i will not be told what to do
they call me mr. knowitall
my mouth it spews pure intellect
and i've such elegant taste
they call me mr. knowitall
oh i could tell such wonderous tales
if i should find the time
for ideas they come in bounds
so spread the word around
they call me mr. knowitall
perfection is my middle name
and whatever rhymes with eloquent