Whatever happened to the funky race?

A generation lost in pace,

-Wasn´t life supposed to be more than this?

In this kiss I´ll change your bore for my bliss

But let go of my hand and it will slip out in the sand if you don´t give me the chance

to break down the walls of attitude,

I ask nothing of you

not even your gratitude



And if you think I´m corny

then it will not make me sorry

it´s your right to laugh at me

and in turn, that´s my oppurtunity

to feel brave

Because ridicule is no shame

it´s just a way to eclipse hate

it´s just a way to put my back straight

it´s just a way to remain sane



Every morning I would see her getting off the bus the picture never drops

it´s like a multicoloured snapshot stuck in my brain

it kept me sane for a couple of years

as it drenched my fears

of becoming like the others

who become unhappy mothers

and fathers of unhappy kids

And why is that?

´Cause they´ve forgotten how to play

maybe they´re afraid to feel ashamed

to seem strange

to seem insane

to seem gay

to gain weight

- I tell you this:



That it takes a fool to remain sane

It takes a fool to remain sane

It takes a fool to remain sane

In this world all covered up in shame

(-Oh, take it to the stage!)



So, take it to the stage in a multicoloured jacket take it jackpot, crackpot,

strutting like a peacock

nailvarnish Arkansas

shimmy-shammy featherboah crackpot haircut

dye your hair in glowing red and blue,



-Do, Do, Do! What you wanna do, Don´t think twice, do what you have to do,

Do, Do, Do, let your heart decide what you have to do that´s all there is to find

Cause it takes a fool to remain sane,

Oh,It takes a fool to remain sane

It takes a fool to remain sane

In this world all covered up in shame

It takes a fool to remain sane,

It takes a fool to remain sane

It takes a fool to remain sane

In this world all covered up in shame