Mr. Insanity
Darling, darling, darling, darling
Why did you shoot yourself in the foot again?
Darling, darling, darling, darling
I shot myself in the foot again
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
Drumming, drumming, drumming, drumming
Rrrpa, fell through the roof again
What a day, what a day
I'm bothered by my illusions of nightmares of werewolves
What a day, what a day
I'm cornered by your delusion that I might be an angel
Where are your wings? Where are the wings?