My Prussian-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 truth 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 has run the ground

And croaks as my befuddled brain

Shines on brightly, quite insane