She insists that she's a lunatic closer to the bone
She hardly ever visits upstairs would rather telephone
Well I guess beauty does what beauty does best.
It's beautiful.
She says that's the trouble with reality
It's taken far too seriously,
Do hope God is good to me
And Santa Claus to the children.

Celebrate.
This party 's over,
I'm going home.

His essential complications, are hung up on confused
It's a planet full of traffic lights and traffic light abuse,
But that's no stranger than strange, or any other stranger.
He claims its dangerous to be innocent as your
The victim every time,
Histories of insanity intruding on the sane.

Celebrate.
This party's over,
I'm going home.

Are histories of insanity intruding on the sane
And even if your problem is the problem.
Do we have to play those games ?
When a heartache is enough for anyone to shoulder
see that's the trouble with reality
It's taken far too seriously, do hope God
Is good to me and Santa Claus to the children

Celebrate.
This party's over,
I'm going ... home.