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I'm going to the looney bin
I've kidnapped the neighbours cat,
The van pulled up in front of my house
Well, what do you think about that?

They've got the straight jacket
Clutched in their hands,
I tried to run away from them
On the ground I did land.

I was laughing hysterically
As they placed the straight jacket on me,
They had to buckle it up tight
I've gotten away from them before, you see.

They stuffed me into the back of the van
And carted me off to a blissful place,
That cat won't ever forget me
'Cause before I left, I kicked him in the face.

I arrived at my destination
And they threw me in this room,
I banged myself up against the walls
Must be Heaven, I assume.

These four padded walls
Feel so nice on the bones,
I banged myself off the walls some more
I'm happy in my new home.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Apr.10/2006