My [bad word] blue electric clock's
Alarm bell rings, it will not stop
And i can see no end in sight
And search in vain by candlelight
For some long road that goes nowhere
For some signpost that is not there
And even my befuddled brain
Is shining brightly, quite insane

The chandelier is in full swing
As gifts for me the three kings bring
Of myrrh and frankincense, i'm told,
And fat old buddhas carved in gold

And though it seems they smile with glee
I know in [bad word] they envy me
And watch as my befuddled brain
Shines on brightly quite insane

Above all else confusion reigns
And though i ask no-one explains
My eunuch friend has been and gone
He said that i must soldier on
And though the ferris wheel spins round
My tongue it seems [bad word] aground
And croaks as my befuddled brain
Shines on brightly, quite insane