A Danger to Myself and Others is a song from the episode, Attack of the Giant Leeches. Joel, Tom, and Crow are dressed up as misfits in a military war. They are searching the swamp for missing townsfolk.
[On the satellite:]
JOEL: Bring it down there, Gypsy. Ya know, Silas, it's not easy bein' a social misfit and then gettin' the added responsibility of dragnettin' the swamp for missin' townsfolk. And I can't even button my own shirt.
TOM: Yeah, I hear ya, Gunther. Now isn't it amazin' how we inferior types keep gettin' asked to do the dangerous work which should go to men more stable than us? Really is a miracle! He huu! Hooter?
CROW: Uh, duh, yep! Uh wagnuts. Hahaha.
JOEL: Whadda he say, Silas?
TOM: Well, I think what our bright young friend's tryin' to say here is, the reason we three goofuses are asked to do these hazardous tasks outside the perimeter of normal society's rationale is, we're a danger to ourselves an' others.
JOEL: Hu da! Kinda reminds me o' Darwin's theory o' Natural Selection.
CROW: Yeah! If you're dumb—ya DIE!
TOM: That's, I say, that's a rich one there, Hooter!
Oh, I'm a danger to myself an' others.
My cousins are as close as brothers.
I stay out in the rain all the time!
CROW: He's a danger to himself an' others.
Only likes shows with Sally Struthers.
I can't even think of a word that rhymes.
TOM and JOEL: Ya just did!
JOEL: How dumb are you Uncle-Dad?
TOM: Well pretty dumb, that's for sure!
CROW: How dumb are you Uncle-Dad?
TOM: Well this pipe's filled with manure!
ALL: We're a danger to ourselves an' others.
Screw the earth an' steal our mothers.
Leave us in the woods an' we're just fine.
We're a danger to ourselves an' others.
Good livestock makes better lovers.
Hunting leeches is what we call a good time!
[Joel throws dynamite.]
TOM: Oh, boy! I'd like to shake hands with any Giant Leech who'll live through that!
CROW: What? The dynamite or that crappy song?
TOM: He he huee.