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