Lunatic Lyrics

Coyne

An old man surrounded by his books
Trestle table pilled with old newspapers
Fifteen cats scratching at his door
Filfth and mess all across the floor
[Chorus: It's alright Mrs. Brown, you know Mrs. Carter]
He's a luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-lunatic (x2).
Still used to walk with your spotty dog
Gazing for hours at the flower beds

Under the victorian canopy
Knocking the leaves of the dead trees
You're a luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-lunatic (x2)
The open ward is the place for you
Where someone they will tie your shoes
You'll have visitors one every year
And you don't have to cry, there's a million tears, everyone cries there
[Chorus]
And still you walk with your spotty dog
Gazing for hours at the flower beds
Under the victorian canopy
Picking the leaves of the dead trees
Yes, you're a luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-lunatic (x4)
Still used to walk with your spotty dog
Gazing for hours at the flower beds
Under the victorian canopy
Picking the leaves of the dead trees