Jughead wore a little porkpie hat that he never once took off,
and down in the valley people talked, but they never really knew him.
That’s just what valley people do man, I don’t worry none about them,
said Jughead to his porkpie hat as down the trail they rambled.
Jughead’s a fool, Jughead is crazy, Jughead’s a gentle giant-
these were the things the people said, and Jughead never denied it.
They never knew inside his porkpie hat Jughead would carry
an apple with a worm inside, but on the outside shiny.
He met a lowing calf along the the path and it was hungry
so with it his apple did he share, and this made the worm so angry.
Scratching at his porkpie hat, which never before bothered
poor Jughead finally took it off and over the road he tossed it.
Tired from his labor and from his lack there of,
Jughead laid down with worm and apple
and dreamed about the calf.