Everybody knows more than me. It’s a thing I just learned, you see. I thought I knew a lot, I now disagree because everybody knows more than me.

I was out tonight at a talk. The talker talked a lot; he didn’t balk.
He was such an expert, I was shocked. Afterwards I took a real long walk.

In the crowd there were some experts, too. They gave the speaker quite a bit to chew on.
He refined positions based on what they knew. I wish that was something I could do, but

Everybody knows more than me. It seems they just come by it naturally. I thought I was so smart, but now I see that everybody knows much more than me.

I went to the barbers to cool off, and maybe find some spirits that I could quaff.
When I walked in, they were discussing heterotrophs; I gave the place a quick brush-off.

The library was next, I thought I’d smarten up. Find the fruit of knowledge and then sup
or squeeze its juice into a golden chalice-y cup. Then I’d learn stuff, too, yup!

But now: everybody knows more than me. They’re all smarter, whether he, she or thee
or they or ze or any other possibility – everybody knows a lot more than me.

Ev-er-y-bo-o-o-d-y-y-y-y knows so-o-o-oo much more than meeeeee!