Some store I’m not going back there any more
wandered in don’t think I’ll do that again
no I don’t think I’ll do that again.
I swear you look at me cross-eyed
and I don’t know what to do
no I don’t know what to do crazy loon.
There’s a room in his pallet
there’s a pillow for his head
sees an offshoot in his bottle
when he wants to see me dead
heirlooms a loon.
Never thought I’d see that silly grin
never thought I’d see that fool again
never thought I’d like that lunatic.
Nothing left to dance around
what a hero
what a black and blue bird
what a loon a loon
what a loon a loon.