There's joy to be had when you're crazy, mental, mad

You run around town with your trousers pulled down, you 
can shout (rah-rah!), and laugh (ha-ha), and sing (la-la) 
when you're showing your ass!

When you're crazy, mental, mad, there is joy to be had! 
When you're crazy mental mad, there is joy, there is joy 
to be had!

You would bang a pot on your head and pretend that you're 
dead (bang motherfucker!), you can chase the folks around 
and wrestle with them on the ground

You don't have to go to work!
You don't have to wear a shirt!
You don't have to be a jerk!
You don't have to eat that dirt, HEY!

When you're crazy mental mad, there is joy to be had! 
When you're crazy mental mad there is joy, there is joy 
to be had!