Suppose you’re sick of being dull, Distraught that you may not be special. There’s a way you can transform [Your nuclide cells of brandy wall?] Into a charming social storm By hearing words of wise advice that: Everybody loves a loony! Loonies are so bad. Everybody loves a loony. Loonies are so mad. Loonies have so much attention, They must intrigue where you’re ignored. People even think they’re good at--
Now you’ve realized your state As disregarded social castrate, You yearn the golden glare of Conversational Risen so the mob can stare By hearing words of wise advice: Everybody loves a loony! Loonies are so bad. Everybody loves a loony. Loonies are so mad. Loonies have so much attention, They must intrigue while you’re ignored. People even think they’ve got big--
But if you’re scared of being mentally unwell, Just you relax, there’s no need for a padded cell To be loopy, you don’t need to break your brain The trick is to remain inane while seeming so insane Everybody loves a loony Everybody loves a loony. Everybody loves a loony...
Are you smug that you are plain But dropped the tedium and gained What you believe to be a charm And others saw a (hectic?) phony Irritating wacky smarm From this hearing wise advice that: Everybody loathes a loony. Everyone knows that! Everybody loathes a loony. Loonies are such pratts. Looneys have so much attention, They irritate, can’t be ignored. Loonies leave you-- Bored.