Artists Are Crazy

I am a crazy artist
But which one of us isn’t crazy?
I am a crazy artist
And i’m playing on your radio

This is a band of gypsies
Our home is a raw caravan
This is a band of gypsies
And the devil is our only friend

I like the ones who write and play
And sing their own music and songs
And i don’t like the ones who don’t

Ladies and gentleman be welcome
To a singing expectable
Here are lyrics and the score

I like the oil men who drill and suck
The oil from their wells
And i don’t like the ones who don’t

Oh, little darling
I am here to love you and to sing for you
A melody of my folklore

Come on, come on, come on

I hear the people singing
Hear them singing a song on the streets
I hear my baby crying
On the plantation of corn and wheat

I’m not a walking jesus
I am not bringing your salvation
I’m just a crazy artist
And i’m playing my accordion

I like the soldiers who declare
A war against their generals
And i don’t like the ones who don’t

I like the slaves who kill
Their masters in the middle of the night
And i don’t like the ones who don’t

This is a band of gypsies
Everyday in a different town
This is a band of gypsies
Our homeland will lever be found