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
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