Kevin Coyne Lunatic
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
