Lyrics:

There's a road to the right where the day is all night
And you sleep on the wrong side of bed
And you joke, and you game, and you might change your name
And the things that she’d say have been said

Going crazy is it really getting late
Crazy, who is left to aggravate
If you go crazy too, you can join the crazy few

There’s a house at the top, where believe it or not
There’s a girl who wears nothing but fruit
And the light’s never on ‘cos the ceiling is gone
And the butler, he’s deaf and he's mute

Going crazy is it really getting late
Crazy, who is left to aggravate
If you go crazy too, you can join the crazy few

There’s a girl in my mind and she lives in the pine
By the light of the silvery moon
Where the fiddle does play and the cats are all stray
And so who ran away with the spoon?

Going crazy is it really getting late
Crazy, who is left to aggravate
If you go crazy too, you can join the crazy few

(Going crazy...Going crazy...Going crazy...Going crazy...)
(Going crazy...Going crazy...Going crazy...Going crazy...)
(Going crazy...Going crazy...Going crazy...Going crazy...)