The Ballad of Mr. Bonkers

Mr. Bonkers in the shade
 Under a rock he starts his day
 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
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 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 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 he'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 one thing unforgettable
 Don't forget the mandible
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 No proboscis 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