Google Degree Dropout-Ultracrepidarian

There's a guy on the screen, yeah he's got it all figured out Never read a book but he's screaming real loud Fixing quantum physics from his comfy couch While he's scrolling TikTok, spilling wisdom by the ounce He knows more than doctors, more than pros on TV Google's his degree, PhD in "trust me" Oh, ultracrepidarian, king of hot air! Spouting opinions like you just don't care Stick to your sandals, shoemaker dude You're way out of bounds, but hey, attitude! Ultracrepidarian, yeah that's your name Talking big game, but it's all the same We love the show, keep it coming our way You're the expert today—hip hip hooray! Critiquing the chef while burning his toast Directing blockbusters from his Facebook post Telling astronauts how to land on the moon From his mom's basement at half past noon He’s got all the answers, no need for the facts Just a keyboard warrior leading the pack Oh, ultracrepidarian, king of hot air! Spouting opinions like you just don't care Stick to your sandals, shoemaker dude You're way out of bounds, but hey, attitude! Ultracrepidarian, yeah that's your name Talking big game, but it's all the same We love the show, keep it coming our way You're the expert today—hip hip hooray! "Ne ultra crepidam," that's what they said But you went way beyond, straight to the head We nod and we smile, 'cause it's free entertainment Your confidence shines—zero hesitation! Ultracrepidarian, oh what a star! Overstepping lines near and far Stick to your sandals, don't go too high But keep on talking, we won't ask why! Ultracrepidarian, forever you'll reign In the land of the bold and the proudly insane Funniest expert we've ever seen Long live the king of the know-it-all scene! Ul-tra-cre-pi-dare-i-an... (Music and Lyrics by Jennifer Leigh Nelson © 2026 Cajora Creations, LLC. All rights reserved.)