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Crazytown
Alex Brightman, 35MM: A Musical Exhibition Original Cast
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Hoo ha woah ding dong
Hoo ha woah ding dong
Hoo ha woah ding dong
Hoo ha woah ding dong
Hoo ha woah ding dong
Hoo ha woah ding dong
Hoo ha hoo ha ding dong
Hoo ha hoo ha ding dong
Hoo ha woah ding dong
Hoo ha hoo ha ding
Hoo ha woah ding dong
Hoo ha hoo ha ding dong
Hoo ha hoo ha ding dong
Hoo ha hoo ha ding dong
Ha woah ding dong
Ha woah ding dong
Woah
There's-a-hole
Inside-my-brain (Hmm)
Take-a-stroll- (Hoo ooh ooh ooh)
Down-the-drain to
Crazytown
(You've folded like Alice)
Crazytown
(It's an anthropomorphic circus)
Crazytown
But it ain't no Wonderland
I am running, mid a road, as I'm chased through a town psychotic
There's a jeering jackal much like my mother crying
"Bee-de-deep, bee-de-deep
You Idle Boy!"
And there's money on the ground
Pounds
Yen
Dollars
And the jackal's close behind
I escape from the dog as I dive through a stream of sea snakes
And I realize that this river is what separates a-
"...Bee-de-deep, Bee-de-deep..."
The East from West
And I'm bitten from the East which is present
To the West which is past and future
I nearly drown in
Crazytown
(You twisted like Dorothy)
Crazytown
(It's a nightmare Technicolor)
Crazytown
But it ain't no kind of Oz
I survive from the stream to discover a choking orgy
All those fuckers I have fondled in my fantasies
Turning blue
Turning to the idle boy (Yeah, you)
They drag me inside
Passing, stroking (Passing, Stroking)
Aspyxiating me
'Till my hard-on is so palpable
I gotta go-Gotta get out
Gotta go-gotta go
Gotta get out-gotta go
Wait (You) please (can't) don't (leave) go! (yet!)
To a tower of doors
In the pocket of my dress I've got a copper key
Don't know the door it goes with and that fact is killing me
That in the pocket of my dress, I've got this eight-inch copper key
But I don't know the door it goes with and that fact is killing me
In the pocket of my dress I got this eight-inch copper key.
But I don't know the door it goes with that that fact is killing me
That in the pocket of my dress, I've got this eight-inch copper key
And I go door to door to door to door to door and woe is me
And woe is me and woe is me and woe is me and woe is me and woe is
Crazytown
(Through the wardrobe like Lucy)
Crazytown
(It's a Christ-like allegory)
Crazytown
But it ain't no Narnia
And there's no exit anywhere
(You wing there like Wendy)
I'm stripping clothes and stripping hair
(You tragic fairy island)
Moonstruck and naked, I declare:
"No, this ain't no
Neverland
Narnia
Wonderland
Oz!"
And I watch from the window and I witness the town on fire
Everybody from the jackal to the orgiastic mass expire
And the Tower explodes
Ripping me apart
Head to heel to heart
Till I wake at the start
And see
(Hoo ha woah ding dong)
(Hoo ha woah ding dong)
Me
Oh, a life
Stopped in pose
I am running, mid a road, as I'm chased through a town psychotic
In a world that never goes.
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