Kinda Crazy

Old man and Mrs Stickers had a son named Bill
Permanently prosecuted, I bet against his will
While the Jones's come out the closet
Looking for a place to hide
They eventually find the boy with the thorn in his backside

Now aint that kinda crazy, and aint that sort of weird
When nothing's left in private, and the love you make
is applauded and cheered

Well there's a break dance in the city, suicide in the bank
Dow Jones has got his index finger stuck inside a t t t tank
Mr Beehive's buzzing, shaves a head or two
Chanting "Hari Krishna" to the surprise and demise of the girls in blue

Now aint that kinda crazy, and aint that sort of weird
When nothing's left in private, and the love you make
is applauded and cheered

I hope they make mincemeat of the fascist, the guy who lives downstairs
what he stands for sure is shit, hang him by his public aires
I hope the children keep on singing, learn a thing or two for sure
You think you're so important, but we've heard that shit before

(© Sputnik Weazel ...from "Tin Foil Holidays" - CD 2007)

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originally recorded on a porta-studio in Antwerp...