Lunacy's Back

Lunacy's back (Loony)
Lunacy's back (Loony)
Lunacy's back (Loony)
Lunacy's back
Lunacy's back with his pony and trap and his big mouth

He's asked through the years with his tears and his
fears in a hen house

Hung on a star, his cigar is suspended from his lips
His coat is a moat and his bread is the lead that
keeps him there

Bizarre is killed in a drawer in the deep sheets of
his bed
His head is the hat reaches up from the mat made of
yeti
His drinks are all laced with the liquid dye traces of
his love

Lunacy hid in the skin of a gasoline rainbow
Is where he was claimed as a trainee explainer of
madness
He melted a picture of sane peoples bubbles
When that sunny-eyed lightning, explaining their
troubles
The business world's puddles reflecting their true
Venusian doubles

Lunacy's back (Loony)
Lunacy's back (Loony)
Lunacy's back (Loony)
Lunacy's back