Insane Lyrics - Singles - Plunkett

Hey there! 

Said the man with the can of diet cola in his hand 

Hey yeah! 

Laughed the lodger pulling on a big fat roll up spurting 

flames 

He's weird! 

Bitched the girl with the curl about the guy who was just 

shy 

I'm there! 

Huffed the loner with the boner special magazines and 

beer 

Oh, what do you all know? 

I think I'm getting old 

'Cos I question what I'm told 

Yes, cynically I'm bold 

But I listen to my flies 

So if you think I'm insane 

There's worse that I could be 

It's just my thoughts are free 

Have fear! 

Preached the priest to his sheep in the house of love and 

peace 

Bye dear! 

Quacked the camp little tramp as she up'd and left the 

mass 

Poor mare... 

Smirked the pianist to his dearest though he loved that 

feline stare 

Be scared! 

Said the papers to the nations 'bout the bombs that were 

not there 

Hey there 

Sang the hippy with the trippy little guitar in his arms 

There's some real mother fuckers 

In this world so leave the others!