A Loon

Some store I'm not going back there any more

Wandered in don't think I'll do that again

No I don't think I'll do that again.

I swear you look at me cross-eyed

And I don't know what to do

No I don't know what to do crazy loon.

There's a room in his pallet

There's a pillow for his head

Sees an offshoot in his bottle

When he wants to see me dead

Heirlooms a loon.

Never thought I'd see that silly grin

Never thought I'd see that fool again

Never thought I'd like that lunatic.

Nothing left to dance around

What a hero

What a black and blue bird

What a loon a loon

What a loon a loon.