Lunacy's Back Lyrics

Words & Music by Marc Bolan
Recorded by Marc Bolan, 1967

Lunacy's back (Loony).
Lunacy's back (Loony).
Lunacy's back (Loony).
Lunacy's back.

Lunacy's back with his pony and trap
And his big mouth.
He's asked through the years with his tears and his fears,
In a hen house.
Hung on a star, his cigar is suspended,
From his lips.

His coat is a moat and his bread is the lead,
That keeps him there.
Bizarre is chilled in a drawer in the deep,
Sheets of his bed.
His hair is the hat reaches up from a ,
Mat made of yeti.

His drinks are all laced with the liquid dye traces,
Of his love.
Lunacy hid in the skin of,
A gasoline rainbow.
Is where he was claimed as a trainee,
Explainer of madness.
He melted a picture from,
Sane peoples bubbles,
When that sunny-eyes lightning,
Explaining their troubles.
But their faces where puddles,
Reflecting their true Venusian doubles.

Lunacy's back (Loony).
Lunacy's back (Loony).
Lunacy's back (Loony).
Lunacy's back.