A sort of place you don't often find

A quiet room to go out of your mind

Will you excuse me whilst I confide

I've found a place where I can hide

Lights out by nine as a rule

One grey blanket and a stool

Angels fear to tread where stands the fool

But the air is warm, and the walls are cool

So I'm kept away, so here I'll stay

Even the judges kneel and pray

I am the winner in any event, SNAP!

Who was the man who said society's bent?

So I'm locked away in my padded cocoon

A square of hell where nightmares bloom

Armageddon couldn't come too soon

But if it only meant that I could leave this room

Here stands the Fool