The Ballad of Mr. Bonkers

Lyrics for 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'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 unforgetable, Don't forget the mandible. . . No probascis 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