Mad As Rabbits
Come save me from walking off a windowsillOr I'll sleep in the rainDon't you remember when I was a birdAnd you were a map?Now he drags down miles in AmericaBriefcase in handThe stove is creeping up his spine againCan't get enough trash
He took the days for pageantBecame as mad as rabbitsWith bushels of bad habitsWho could ask for anymore?Yeah, who could have more?
His arms were the branches of a Christmas treePreached the devil in the belfryHe checked inTo learn his clothes had been thieved at the train stationRope hung his other branchAnd at the end was a dog called BambiWho was chewing on his parliamentsWhen he tried to save the calendar business
He took the days for pageantBecame as mad as rabbitsWith bushels of bad habitsWho could ask for anymore?Yeah, who could have more?
The poor son of a humble chimney sweepFell to a cheap crowdSo stay asleep and put on that cursive typeYou know we live in a toyYou know that Paul CatesBought himself a trumpet from the Salvation ArmyBut there is no sunshine in his songWe must reinvent loveReinvent loveReinvent love
He took the days for pageantBecame as mad as rabbitsWith bushels of bad habitsWho could ask for anymore?Yeah, who could have more?
We must reinvent loveReinvent loveReinvent love