Mad Within Reason - Brothers Moving

Chew on your pencil

Turn out the light

You sat in the kitchen

One of those nights

The prisoners were dressed up

Like ladies of old

While the juiciest tid-bits

Will never be told

The cannibal yacht, and electrified fence

Whatever the fuzz wants

Shoot, dead, or repent

It’s mad, mad, mad

Yes, It’s mad, mad, mad

Well, it’s mad, mad, mad

Within reason

They slaughtered the mascot

They dressed for the feast

As they all sat in line

From the worst to the least

The music was simple

Went back to James Brown

They saw a mistress

They lowered her down

The gorgeousest costume

Was hung at half mast

As we all had a drink to his glorious past

It’s mad, mad, mad

Yes, it’s mad, mad, mad

Well, it’s mad, mad, mad

Within reason

It’s mad, mad, mad

Yes, it’s mad, mad, mad

We'', it’s mad, mad, mad

Within reason

Sin use and cop blues

Was clung to our lips

Crosses and pistols

Swung at our hips

I cried for my supper

I spat on a plate

While everyone tried to

Become what they hate

The interesting captain

A smile on his face

So proud of the changes

That he made to this place

Mad, mad, mad

Yes, it’s mad, mad, mad

Well, it’s mad, mad, mad

Within reason

Yes, it’s mad, mad, mad

Yes, it’s mad, mad, mad

Well, it’s mad, mad, mad

Within reason

(Scat)

(Outro)