Hey we're gonna go crazy tonight man Ooh wee yeah we're gonna go nuts Drinkin, stinkin, goin loco all night And as for me and Hanny and Dutts We'll be havin breakfast at Bellevue And a looney bin brunch Gonna be their new star patient So they better roll out the red rug Babes, you're drivin us wild again, man Secret weapon's got you lookin your best No fuss, no muss, in every girl's closet I'm talkin bout that little black dress Send me straight to breakfast at Bellevue It'll be a permanent stay Book us up a penthouse suite and Send the butler our way Everybody knows there's three types of women You got the Nor Cal chick with the shop in a tree You got that Martha's Vineyard vixen and her shops on the rocks Near the lighthouse by the sea You got that mystical mama, macrame Dalai Lama With a silk store in Santa Fe And you also got those hot, hot, big butt models In Miami Beach, by the way Greetings from a breakfast at Belleuve And a Lithium lunch We'll be chewin berserky jerky Wash it down with Zyprexa punch We'll be havin breakfast at Bellevue Sure we all been havin some fun But it's really not fuckin funny To be makin light of this stuff Oh yeah