Lunatic - Kevin 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