All around me are familiar ponies All so crazy, visions getting hazy Started out with just my good intentions getting nowhere, getting nowhere
The town is filling up with laughter a disaster, a disaster Dunk my head into a pool of mirrors getting nearer, getting nearer
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad The copies I created, are far more than I have planned I dont know how to tell you, I dont think you'll understand When pinkies run in numbers its a very, very Mad world, mad world
All I sought was to have fun with my friends Now its crazy, now its crazy I haven't got a clue, how to make amends watch the paint dry, watch the paint dry
One by one they're judged and banished back home, Pay attention, pay attention. By the end who is the real Pinkie? No one knows now, no one knows now
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad The copies I created, are far more than I have planned I dont know how to tell you, I dont think you'll understand When pinkies run in numbers its a very, very Mad world, mad world