Dope, dumb tween, dumb tween
Dope, dope, dope, no hope

Afraid that your kid's a twit
He'll fly too high despite the fact that you said no
Not a fun fact for you, huh, Daedalus?
Got a really dumb kid, that Icarus
What a, what a, what a, what a really dumb kid, that Icarus (oh-oh-oh)
What a, what a, what a, what a really dim kid, that Icarus (oh-oh-oh-oh)
What a, what a, what a, what a really daft kid, that Icarus (oh-oh-oh)
What a, what a, what a, what a really dumb kid, that Icarus (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Told him how it would all turn out
All because you found wax melts when hot, wow
His head's in the clouds, quite lit'rally now
He ignored it, dumb kid, that Icarus

Ooh-ooh! Ooh-ooh!
Yeah, dope, whoo! Dumb kid, that Icarus

Sure, imprisonment ain't fun, I see (hey)
Not your fault, King Minos of Crete
Got pissed cause you helped Theseus beat
His Minotaur son tangentially (yeah)
You just gave a ball (hey)
Of string to his daughter so
The labyrinth that you built to hold
That monster would not make Theseus get lost
So you made a plan
Mock up some wings from feathers and wax
Wings to flap to make a dash
Glidin' over the sea, a solid plan
Told your son to follow your path, it seems (hey)
He was born a bit too hearty (hey)
He was born with brains too shoddy
And met his end by droppin' sharply (oh)

Afraid that (ha) the truth 'bout this
His dyin' flight is plainly all his fault, you know
I might seem crass (hey) to point out his hubris
It's true, sorry, dumb kid, that Icarus (real dope)
What a, what a, what a, what a really dumb kid, that Icarus (oh-oh-oh)
What a, what a, what a, what a really dim kid, that Icarus (oh-oh-oh-oh)
What a, what a, what a, what a really daft kid, that Icarus (oh-oh-oh)
What a, what a, what a, what a really dumb kid, that Icarus (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Warned him how his flight would turn out
You're smart, you worked out wax melts when hot, wow
He plummeted down cause he tuned you out
What a moron, dumb kid, that Icarus

Ooh-ooh! Ooh-ooh!
Dumb kid, that Icarus

Know that I look harsh callin' him a fool
And you'd be right, it's a common kind of rule
It's somethin' like "speak ill of the dead? That's rude"
Not mince words? Dude, that I just can't do, I'm sorry
Dumb kid, that Icarus

A plain fact, real hard to miss
The bright-brain type ain't how your offspring was, 'fraid so
'Twas a plain twit, must be acceptin' this
A completely dumb kid, that Icarus
What a, what a, what a, what a really dumb kid, that Icarus (oh-oh-oh)
What a, what a, what a, what a really dim kid, that Icarus (oh-oh-oh-oh)
What a, what a, what a, what a really daft kid, that Icarus (oh-oh-oh)
What a, what a, what a, what a really dumb kid, that Icarus