He doesn’t sleep at night and blames his pills He stomps through the house inhumanely He’s shoving things inside him to give him chills People carry him to bed rather vainly It really won’t do anything or make a difference How do you expect him to get through the day sanely
They’d have meetings about what to do with him They drew up a real neat and full-proof plan But he’d make ‘em abandon it before it began If you’re looking for chaos, he’s the man
The other residents lie without their eyes shut Because they’re afraid he’ll burn with the mic He puts metal in there to cook a walnut He doesn’t read the label but does what he feels like Every time they hear the beep and the plate spins The hair on necks of the neighborhood do spike
They’d have meetings about what to do with him They drew up a real neat and full-proof plan But he’d make ‘em abandon it before it began If you’re looking for chaos, he’s the man
They found all their possessions taken apart All the nails were loose and the screws stripped The resident assistant asks to where did he depart To the hardware store where he’s hoping shipped Everything he needs to put it all together They were so mad they’d have him whipped
They’d have meetings about what to do with him They drew up a real neat and full-proof plan But he’d make ‘em abandon it before it began If you’re looking for chaos, he’s the man