Barenaked Ladies - Crazy

I climb the walls of my mind just like I'm climbing on a jungle gym
I am more than content with the state of mind I am in
'Cause I am crazy (crazy, crazy) just like you
I am crazy (crazy, crazy) just like you

I don't think I need a rubber room, but that might be nice
I'm not a manic depressive, paranoid or schizophrenic, so I don't need your advice
'Cause I'm just crazy (crazy, crazy) just like you
I am crazy (crazy, crazy) just like you

The lights are on but nobody's home
My elevator doesn't go to the top
I'm not playing with a full deck
I've lost my marbles
The lights are on but nobody's home
My elevator doesn't go to the top
I'm not playing with a full deck
I've lost my marbles (oh, oh oh)

I'm a few bricks short of a load, but a full load always hurt my back
I flew over the cuckoo's nest and I'm never ever coming back
'Cause I am crazy (crazy, crazy) just like you
I am crazy (crazy, crazy) just like you
I am crazy (crazy, crazy) just like you
I am crazy (crazy)

You wanna get out of here, don't you?
You wanna get out? Then run, then run, then run
Don't answer that, bring that helicopter back down will ya?

Was proud of his new harmonica, he decided to become an expert
Crazy
He was a quiet long-legged skinny man with a dignified beard and mustache

Tell me this, Eddie, I've got to know, isn't there a house for me?
You wanna get out of here don't you?

Don't answer that, bring that helicopter back down will ya?

We're rollin' man!
Found my locker
That is the take
As I prepare a suit that's made from monkey
Bad (just cheese you know)
Ah
Goes to the theatre 'cause he watches everybody else
But no one watches him, everybody knows
And if I phoned my friends in Ireland
I'd have my own radio talk show and I'd talk to myself
And if I filmed my sister walking
I'd yell stuff like, "hey, get off the phone"
Gordon? Yeah, Gordon, King Gordon

Written by:
Ed Robertson, Tim Wilson

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