Muy Loco
You know that I am zany
Everyone thinks of me as strange
Don’t take me to the doctor
I will never ever change
I am mad. I am loony
You can say sick in the head
Dust bunnies for my pillow
Tried to sleep beneath my bed
Wake up in the evening
Walk naked in the snow
Don’t know where I am going
Mexicans call me muy loco
A stretch of the imagination
A walk around the block
Hands are stuck on twelve
A Swiss made cuckoo clock.
My mind’s a tad demented
They think of me disturbed
The idea I’ve concocted
Leaves you a bit perturbed
Peering through my window
You see the lights are on
Searching all around here
You find that I have gone
Went to another time and place
Venus, Saturn, or even Mars
My journey is not bound
By things they call the stars
Don’t worry I’ll be back
When I find a not asked question
Until then I must say
I’ll have to keep you guessin'
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