This morning I woke up,

thought I might blow up.

Everything seemed wrong,

like it didn’t belong.

But I went right along, whistling a song,

remembering this dream I had all night long.

It seemed to last forever and maybe it did,

I think it’s still stuck on my eyelid.

Maybe it was scary

Maybe it was just fucked up,

But I should be extra wary

’cause I might just have a crackup.

Walking down the street my dream came true,

people on the streets that should be in the zoo.

Some guy with only one shoe,

one whose shirt was askew,

one riding in a canoe

and one who was sporting only a tattoo.

It was too much for me

I was seeing stuff I don’t wanna see,

hearing the cries of every baby.

I didn’t know what to say,

I didn’t know what to do,

but what about you?

Would you know what to do,

when that was the neighborhood you were walking into?

These weirdoes making me crazy, they’re making me sick.

No one should look like that in public.

And if they get any closer I think I might panic.

I’m just getting a little claustrophobic.

Getting a little frantic,

and this has got to be a trick.

I gotta use my logic,

call me a cynic,

but this just can’t be true.

I’m telling you.

This just ain’t true.