Bumblin' doesn't work for crime (yeah)
Bumblin' doesn't work for crime (yeah)
Bumblin' doesn't work for crime (yeah)
Bumblin' doesn't work for crime (yeah)

Call me stupid, I'll make you regret it
But there's some truth, my two loyal henchmen
Bumble their efforts at crime, really hurts the mind
Dumbass, prat, got so many insults, I think I
Might've forgotten their names, seems rotten
But it's hard to use 'em when they're so damn clueless
Their getaway car is still usin' real plates, useless
Ev'ry word is zoomin'
Right into one ear then out the other, god
Bet it hurts to make a thought, no wonder they shirk
All the little details that I give, their work's shoddy
Like, if you ask them to dispose of bodies
They'll simply dump them inside the trash
Where's the bin they'll be usin'? Same house the fools got whacked
Slap and dash is all they do, it's hell
No plans to use gloves so the coppers know 'em well
One would think time in the box might
Force some kinda change inside of their brains
But they get nothin' but some brand new tats which
May look hardcore but they talk 'bout 'em like such dorks
Why do I trust 'em both to be with me?
They cannot aim for beans, fightin' skill of a drunk teen
I'm not sure they can count to four nor believe they've aced ABC's
I can't rule this town and babysit these guys, geez

Bumblin' doesn't work for crime (yeah)
Bumblin' doesn't work for crime (yeah)
Bumblin' doesn't work for crime (yeah)
Total clowns, they bring me down

Weirdest part? Crime lords have commiserated
They've got their own minions that are total dipshits
Always a pair, one skinny dweeb
Who's a schemin' weasel, wants their boss's top seat
But their plans leave out half the steps, you see
Kinda seems they only want the job for the huge prestige
Take the blame for his screwups, of course ("They're yours!")
He'll never stop thinkin' he can score
Always flops upon his face
But maybe with tutelage, he might become great
Hard to share confidence in their partner, I'm sceptical
Classic two-partner team because it's asymmetrical
Fat, not eloquent or real intelligent
He's not the brains, he's got the brawn with a lax temp'rament
Big friggin' doofus, so incredibly clueless
Zero pretensions that he isn't really stupid
Got zero shame that he hasn't got a lot of wit
Always lookin' happy, oblivious, what a twit
But what I must say is that I'm a little bit jealous
No expectations would whip
Can't fall below B-grade, might get slayed
Even if all of the rest of you say
That you all seem to have the same pair of twits
No-one gets any turf gained, should rethink our schtick

Bumblin' doesn't work for crime (yeah)
Bumblin' doesn't work for crime (yeah)
Bumblin' doesn't work for crime (yeah)
Total clowns, they bring us down