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