The Ballad of Mr. Bonkers

Lyrics

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 No! But 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, whoa-yeah-yeah Can you see him tonight?! Woah-yeah-yeah, whoa-yeah-yeah Under the hot rock light! Woah-yeah-yeah, whoa-yeah-yeah Can you see him tonight?! Woah-yeah-yeah, whoa-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! Yeah!