I'm Mad
I get strange exotic dreams
With some strange erotic scenes
Gonna sleep all day
I get notions by the score
Most of them against the law
Do them anyway
So I took a trip to see Kane's Xanadu
Cos at the time there wasn't very much to do
I think I'm coming down, coming down
I get weird imaginings
About all different kinds or things
But I always try
To get fantasising thoughts
Maybe Bardot in her shorts
Like a natural kind
So I took a trip to Tutankhaman's tomb
He was alone and said he hoped I'd come back soon
I'm mad
This pounding in my brain
Will somebody explain
The way back to reality
Hey you
You keep your nose so clean
Your mind is so obscene
You'll find another change in me
I think I'm coming down
Looking straight ahead
The room is spinning round
Them blues have knocked me dead
Yeh yeh yeh yeh
Break
I'm going mad
Out of my head
I'm going mad
Cos now I've given back the top hat to Astaire
Oh not that I expected you to really care
I'm mad
This pounding in my brain
Will somebody explain
The way back to reality
Hey you
You keep your nose so clean
Your mind is so obscene
You'll find another change in me
I think I'm coming down
Looking straight ahead
The room is spinning round
Them blues have knocked me dead
Yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh-yeh yeh
I'm going mad
Out of my head
I'm going mad
Yeh-yeh yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh yeh
I'm going mad
Out of my head
I'm going mad
With some strange erotic scenes
Gonna sleep all day
I get notions by the score
Most of them against the law
Do them anyway
So I took a trip to see Kane's Xanadu
Cos at the time there wasn't very much to do
I think I'm coming down, coming down
I get weird imaginings
About all different kinds or things
But I always try
To get fantasising thoughts
Maybe Bardot in her shorts
Like a natural kind
So I took a trip to Tutankhaman's tomb
He was alone and said he hoped I'd come back soon
I'm mad
This pounding in my brain
Will somebody explain
The way back to reality
Hey you
You keep your nose so clean
Your mind is so obscene
You'll find another change in me
I think I'm coming down
Looking straight ahead
The room is spinning round
Them blues have knocked me dead
Yeh yeh yeh yeh
Break
I'm going mad
Out of my head
I'm going mad
Cos now I've given back the top hat to Astaire
Oh not that I expected you to really care
I'm mad
This pounding in my brain
Will somebody explain
The way back to reality
Hey you
You keep your nose so clean
Your mind is so obscene
You'll find another change in me
I think I'm coming down
Looking straight ahead
The room is spinning round
Them blues have knocked me dead
Yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh-yeh yeh
I'm going mad
Out of my head
I'm going mad
Yeh-yeh yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh yeh
I'm going mad
Out of my head
I'm going mad
Credits
Writer(s): Neville Holder, Jim Lea
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