Never been near a university, never took a paper or a learned
degree, and some of your friends think that’s stupid of me, but it’s
nothing that I care about.
 Well I don’t know how to tell the weight of the sun, and of
mathematics well I want none, and I may be the Mayor of Simpleton, but
I know one things and that’s I love you. When their logic grows cold
and all thinking gets done, you’ll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of
Simpleton.
 I can’t have been there when brains were handed round (please be
upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton), or get past the cover of your
books profound (please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton), and
some of your friends thinks it’s really unsound that you’re ever seen
talking to me.
 Well I don’t know how to write a big hit song, and all crossword
puzzles well I just shun, and I may be the Mayor of Simpleton, but I
know one thing and that’s I love you.
 I’m not proud of the fact that I never learned much, just feel I
should say, what you get is all real, I can’t put on an act, it takes
brains to do that anyway. (And anyway...)
 And I can’t unravel riddles problems and puns, how the home computer
has me on the run, and I may be the Mayor of Simpleton, but I know one
thing and that’s I love you (I love you).
 If depth of feeling is a currency (please be upstanding for the
Mayor of Simpleton), then I’m the man who grew the money tree (no
chain of office and no hope of getting one), some of your friends are
too brainy to see that they’re paupers and that’s how they’ll stay.
 Well I don’t know how many pounds make up a ton of all the Nobel
prizes that I’ve never won, and I may be the Mayor of Simpleton, but I
know one things and that’s I love you. When all logic grows cold and
all thinking gets done, you’ll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of
Simpleton. You’ll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
You’ll be warm in the arms of the Mayor.