Bonkers

I carry around a Phillips head To tighten up any loose screws An empty bag I keep in my hand To collect all the marbles I lose The elevator that I am riding in Doesn't stop at all the floors Happy with insanity Who out there could ask for more The toys that are in my attic When they come out to play Take my hand as we skip through Bizarro land On any given day Card games are entertaining But they are always over so fast When what I'm holding in my hand Is not quite a full deck Being four quarters short of a dollar I will never strike it rich Nor live in the nicest of places Having a load that's short a few bricks So if you come a knocking And find nobody at home I'm out on the streets of crazy But believe me I'm never alone