Suppose you’re sick of being dull,
Distraught that you may not be special.
There’s a way you can transform
[Your nuclide cells of brandy wall?]
Into a charming social storm
By hearing words of wise advice that:
Everybody loves a loony!
Loonies are so bad.
Everybody loves a loony.
Loonies are so mad.
Loonies have so much attention,
They must intrigue where you’re ignored.
People even think they’re good at--

Now you’ve realized your state
As disregarded social castrate,
You yearn the golden glare of
Conversational
Risen so the mob can stare
By hearing words of wise advice:
Everybody loves a loony!
Loonies are so bad.
Everybody loves a loony.
Loonies are so mad.
Loonies have so much attention,
They must intrigue while you’re ignored.
People even think they’ve got big--

But if you’re scared of being mentally unwell,
Just you relax, there’s no need for a padded cell
To be loopy, you don’t need to break your brain
The trick is to remain inane while seeming so insane
Everybody loves a loony
Everybody loves a loony.
Everybody loves a loony...

Are you smug that you are plain
But dropped the tedium and gained
What you believe to be a charm
And others saw a (hectic?) phony
Irritating wacky smarm
From this hearing wise advice that:
Everybody loathes a loony.
Everyone knows that!
Everybody loathes a loony.
Loonies are such pratts.
Looneys have so much attention,
They irritate, can’t be ignored.
Loonies leave you--
Bored.