I Can’t Read

[BUD as HELVETICA, spoken]
Yes, Sir
Thank you, Sir
Wonderful, Sir

[BUD as HELVETICA]
I watch him working at his press
I watch him make his wine
I stomp the grapes and dream
About the day I’ll make him mine
But I know that day will never come
'Cause I am too obtuse
I’m just too dumb to understand anything but this grape juice

And I...
I can’t read
I can’t read him
He’s all Greek to me
And I...
[sobbing] I...
I still need him
Like a grape that needs a squeeze

His brain is bigger than my brain
He can spell and count real good
And meanwhile, I don't count at all
And I don't think I should
'Cause I was raised to milk a cow
And cows, they never ask you much
No wonder I’m a fool
Also, there’s no school

And I...
I am dumb
I am dumbstruck
Every time he says my name
Hel-ve-ti-ca Gu-mi-shti-fel
Helvetica Gumishtifel

Gumishtifel
It’s been my name since birth
But there’s one name I’d trade it for
On this flat planet Earth
So I’ll stay here in my bucket
And one day I’ll be
Helvetica Gutenberg
Just you wait and see...

I...
I’ll be here
I’ll be hearing church bells
Church Bells for us
Us...
Us or we?
Be together
Whichever, us or we
Us or we
Us or we
Us or we...
Us... or... we