You're Crazy
It's the people in the crazy house that's sane,
It's the people on the outside that haven't got a brain,
If you really feel at ease in ca-razy times like these
You're ca-razy.
If dropping bombs is your idea of fun,
If you're truly represented by the quacks in Washington,
If you read the daily press without screaming "What a mess!"
You're ca-razy.
Oh it isn't that you think you are a duck,
And it isn't that your mother was frightened by a truck,
Our whole world is on the blink and that's what makes you think
You're ca-razy.
Estás loco
Son las personas en el manicomio las que están cuerdas,
Son las personas en el exterior las que no tienen cerebro,
Si realmente te sientes cómodo en tiempos locos como estos,
Estás loco.
Si lanzar bombas es tu idea de diversión,
Si realmente te sientes representado por los charlatanes en Washington,
Si lees la prensa diaria sin gritar '¡Qué desastre!'
Estás loco.
Oh, no es que creas que eres un pato,
Y no es que tu madre se haya asustado por un camión,
Nuestro mundo entero está patas arriba y eso es lo que te hace pensar
Que estás loco.