Lunatic

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An old man surrounded by his books,
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Trestle table pilled with old newspapers,
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Fifteen cats scratching at his door,
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Fifth and mess all across the floor.

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It's alright Mrs. Brown,
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You know Mrs. Carter,
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He's a luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-lunatic,
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He's a luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-lunatic.

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Still used to walk with your spotty dog,
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Gazing for hours at the flower beds,
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Under the Victorian canopy,
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Knocking the leaves of the dead trees.

         F                                 E
You're a luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-lunatic,
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You're a luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-lunatic.

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The open ward is the place for you,
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Where someone they will tie your shoes,
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You'll have visitors one every year,
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And you don't have to cry, there's a million tears,
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Everyone cries there.

F                 E
It's alright Mrs. Brown,
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You know Mrs. Carter,
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He's a luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-lunatic,
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He's a luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-lunatic.

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And still you walk with your spotty dog,
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Gazing for hours at the flower beds,
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Under the Victorian canopy,
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Picking the leaves of the dead trees.

              F                                 E
Yes, you're a luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-lunatic,
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Yes, you're a luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-lunatic,
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Yes, you're a luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-lunatic,
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A luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-lunatic,

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Still used to walk with your spotty dog,
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Gazing for hours at the flower beds,
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Under the Victorian canopy,
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Picking the leaves of the dead tree.

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