Just testin'
That's why I love -- his drums up there
It takes John to say good evenin'
How nice it is to be back in this area of the world
Where people seems to be- (you don't mean it)
Who said that? You didn't mean that either, man
Two, three, top
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My Prussian-blue electric clock's
Alarm bell rings, it will not stop
And I can see no end in sight
And search in vain by candlelight
For some long road that goes nowhere
For some signpost that is not there
And even my befuddled brain
Is shinin' brightly, quite insane
The chandelier is in full swing
As gifts for me the three kings bring
Of myrrh and frankincense, I'm told
And fat old Buddhas carved in gold
And though it seems they smile with glee
I know in truth they envy me
And watch as my befuddled brain
Shines on brightly quite insane
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Above all else, confusion reigns
And though I ask, no one explains
My eunuch friend has been gone
He said that I must soldier on
And though the ferris wheel spins 'round
My tongue it seems has run the ground
And croaks as my befuddled brain
Shines on brightly, quite insane
Shine on
Shine on
Shine on
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Thank you