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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 being a social misfit and then getting the added responsibility of dragnetting the swamp for missing townsfolk. And I can't even button my own shirt.
TOM: Yeah, I hear ya, Gunther. Now isn't it amazing how we inferior types keep getting 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 wagnets. Hahaha.
JOEL: Whadda he say, Silas?
TOM: Well, I think what our bright young friend's trying 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 and others.
JOEL: Hu da! Kinda reminds me of Darwin's theory of 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 and others.
My cousins are as close as brothers.
I stay out in the rain all the time!
CROW: He's a danger to himself and 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 and others.
Screw the earth and steal our mothers.
Leave us in the woods and we're just fine.
We're a danger to ourselves and 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 Leeches after that.
CROW: What? The dynamite or that crappy song?
TOM: He he huee.