Some store
Im not going back there anymore
Wandered in
Dont think Ill do that again
No I dont think Ill do that again
I swear
Look at me cross-eyed and I dont know what to do
No I dont know what to do
Crazy loon
Theres a room in his pallet
Theres a pillow for his head
Sees an offshoot in his bottle
When he wants to see me dead
Heirlooms a loon
Never thought Id see that silly grin
Never thought Id see that fool again
Never thought Id love that lunatic
Nothing left to dance around
What a hero
What a black and blue bird
What a loon, a loon
What a loon, a loon