Mad John

[Intro]
And so, seaty comfortable on the back of this enormous buzzy most of the fly
Vrrp, they tooked off, like an escaped velocy of the rocket floatin into orbit, yeah
Now, after floating high hup, over the mounty, through the deep valley of that
For seven whole long days, they did a very soft and flat belly landing, if I may put it this way
Where they landed? A tranquil beauty spot, before a deep fundamold of a forry
Like August in the undergrowth, there it was
And the fly said it, "I must leave you here"
And he pointed here, with his sort of fly type fingold, it was all feathery-feathery, and said
"Mad John, mark me words"
"He liveth in a cave there in this far deep forry"
"And he will transport for you and find it, not only the moon itself which you looked"
"But the philosophy of life to itself."
And Stan had a mutual joy for this, and reach up and cudlymost of this big fly, and very hard to embrace it and mode mmm, mmm kissy, and the fly tickled him with his whiskers in his eardrum
And off he went

[Verse 1]
There was an old man who lived in the greenwood
Nobody knew him or what he had done
But mothers would say to their children, "Beware of Mad John."

[Verse 2]
John would sing with the birds in the morning
Laugh with the wind in the cold end of night
But people from behind their curtains, said he's not quite right

[Verse 3]
John had it sussed, he was living the life of a tramp
Yes, his bed was the cold and the damp, but the sun was his friend
He was free

[Verse 4]
So here was a wise one who loved all the haters
He loved them so much that their hate turned to fear
And shaking from behind their curtains, the loved ones would hear

[Outro]
So Stan walked toward the cave
And in his mind, mark the word, Mad John
Deep focus on this
All the trim blowed looking into the dark and peering into the background of black
And then appeared Mad John
In fine, fine foldy sulky robes
All whitely hair simply lately beardy dangly
Oh, the beard must have been thirty-four years old to grow it and grow it all night long
And he was glowing with a friendly light
Oh, dear joy
And a voice full of a company, company, company
All joy, life and livid ever laying from the cockload of his heartstrings
"Call the sailor, man"
"What's been ya hangup, man?"
"I waiting seven days for ya"
"Not still worried about the single light moon and dangly"
Stan, yes, that's why I saw you out here and trippy trippy hell on the back of this fly and told me
And John leaked arms with him
And walking out stepper by stepper
And he pointed with a company point, and he goes
"There, up in the heavenly bode" What?
Stan realized now which had stuck him like a smacker oh blurred
He never focused before
As the sunrise in the early morning
So the recall of the moon in the eve
Ah, and he thought
Now, the fly had something extra special you folks would say to me, if you would
And John looked happy and the tracking of the earnestness in his eyeballs
Straight nose-to-nose, and eye-to-eye
Of course, I nearly forgot it
Just you listen