The Ballad Of Mr. Bonkers Letra

Not moving much with

Not too much to say

Mr. Bonkers leads a simple life

No motor car no house no wife

It's cold, he thinks

As he washes up in the sink

While the spiders go bananas

He slips into his new pajamas

And waits to be king



Mr. Bonkers the silent one,

Thinks of times when he was young

He could run so fast

He could win the prize



He tried and tried

To dial correctly,

But the President's number's

Not listed in the directory...

Directory....

Directory......



Look inside the door

You'll never hear him snore

Not a lot to do

But sit and stare at you

Something you should know

Before you say "Hello"

Motionless like lead

He sits, he must be dead!

But wait! He's's alive.

He's alive! He's alive!

Chomping on the bits

Of crickets in his mitts

In the dark he's lost

Oh my gosh it's lost!

In black light he's great

His legs, they number eight

He must have got his paws

From his Grandpapa

Holding, Crushing bait

Under pincers weight

But the one thing unforgetable,

Don't forget the mandible. . .



No probascis here!

It's Mr. Bonkers' year!

He's sick sick sick

With the bicycle kick

You can't see his eyes or ears

Woah yeah, yeah

Woah yeah, yeah

Can you see him tonight?!

Woah yeah, yeah

Woah yeah, yeah

Under the hot rock light!

Woah yeah, yeah

Woah yeah, yeah

Can you see him tonight?!

Woah yeah, yeah

Woah yeah, yeah

Under the hot rock light!



Woah yeah yeah

Woah yeah yeah

Woah yeah yeah

Woah yeah yeah

Woah yeah yeah

Woah yeah yeah