I'm going crazy today

cause there's a bat in my attic

you can't change the station

when it's nothing but static

the hommes are dropping

and the beats are flopping

Charles Dickens is writing

and the Scottsmen are fighting



I like wearing chicken buckets on my head

I like race cars and old home bread

I like wearing chicken buckets on my head

I like wearing chicken buckets



Got kitty litter between my toes

got shinny glitter on my nose

who needs money when you've got friends

and who eats the bread when you've got the ends?