Lyrics:

Down at the arsenal they keep the nerve gases
Guarded day and night by caged white rabbits
Been sitting there for years, now I'm gonna have it
I cut through the fence, run right in and grab it

Go crazy, crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy

Now I got my own mustard gas in my pocket
Climb on a tree on a branch and drop it
On a country club full of Saturday golfers
So I can watch them die choking, shaking in convulsions

Go crazy, crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy

Chemical warfare, chemical warfare
Chemical warfare, warfare, warfare
Chemical warfare, chemical warfare
Chemical warfare, warfare, warfare

Panic in the air, see the headless chickens running
Golf carts head-on crashing, cracking heads wide open
Scratch the grass, mister, you can't breathe
And roll and write in a sandtrap, starting to heave
Claw those clubs, let me see you seethe

Go crazy, crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy

Chemical warfare, chemical warfare
Chemical warfare, warfare, warfare
Chemical warfare, chemical warfare
Chemical warfare, warfare, warfare

Yellow air, yellow clouds
Blowing down, down, down the fairway, sensitive to the touch
Mowing down, down the putting green
Heading straight for the big clubhouse

Where the stuffed country club
Effervescent ladies, so carefree
Relax, pose by the pool
Limber limp with a dry martini

Until...

Chemical warfare, chemical warfare
Chemical warfare, warfare, warfare
Chemical warfare, chemical warfare
Chemical warfare, warfare, warfare