Ala bam a
Yes they threw us outta Happy Acres,
It's a pleasure we landed here.
They figured we were fakers,
And they didn't want us near.
Now they let us keep our coloring books,
Our crayons and gowns and pills,
And said to save our money,
Cuz they expect to send us bills.
Now LongJohn wasn't crazy,
Just "strange" to say the least,
He promised not to direct traffic
So they agreed to his release.
Now I never shoulda been there,
I'm as sane as sane can be?
It was probably just a reaction,
To those drugs in '73.
Now they gave us medication,
to make us feel 'okay'
They kinda make us "happy"
And get us through the day.
Now they're not those little "vitamins"
And definitely not Viagra,
I mean you can tell I'm normal?
Can't ya? Can't ya? Can't ya?