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