That loony tic is made of glass.
That loony tic passed his last gas.
Dismembering gains
And all that change and crafts
Got to write my toonies that don't laugh.

That loony tic has made a fall.
That loony tic's a wailing wall.
That caper stuck their little faces out the door
And every day that caper man stings more.

No tinker's damn do I give anytime too soon
So we should keep on writing 'till fulfilled.
And if you dread unloads, and darkness is your hue.
Won't see you we'll be writing all our tunes.

That loony tic was in my head. (maniacal laughter)
That loony tic was in my head.
You tried to sway
To make me change
You rearranged me, you're my bane.
You shut my door.
And thought that you were free.
There's something in my brain, I think it's thee.

And if you're cowed, wrote chunder from your rear.
You think but you can't seem to hear.
And if the head you're in keeps playing different tunes
I see me on the dark side of the room.

(I can't think of anything to say except....I want my own stuff!

Hehehehehehehe)