Lyrics:

You've got to improve


Your walk hardly moves


Your holy sailors with their harbour smells


Feed from your broken shells


So that's how it feels

It's a cruel
God that steals


The things you love, the things you hold


That are priceless but still sold


People say I'm mad to want you


People say I'm mad to need you


People say I'm mad to love you babe


The jobs you cannot hold


The stereo that you sold


You can't have milk and drink it too


Your kitchen never had any food


People say I'm mad to want you


People say I'm mad to need you


People say I'm mad to love you babe


The clouds lie on their backs


And rain on everyone


But you always stay dry


You've got your own private sun


Listen to the doctors advice


Nobody's ever been saved twice


So pack your bags, your saxophone


I'm gonna take you to Rome


People say I'm mad to want you


People say I'm mad to need you


People say I'm mad to love you babe