In faded gabardine he used to stand. Down by the Union Station with that ol' hat in his hand.. A banjo-pickin' devil, a singin' rag-time saint.. The young folks called him beautiful, the old folks called him quaint..
Whatever happened to Leon Trotsky?. He got an ice pick that made his ears burn. Whatever happened to dear old Lenny?. The great Elmyra and Sancho Panza?.
I'm crazy I'm out of my mind. I said I'm crazy and you're out of time. Oh yes, so crazy, so sick of your kind. I said I'm crazy baby, and you're out of line.