A Loon

Some store I'm not going back there anymore Wandered in Don't think I'll do that again No I don't think I'll do that again I swear Look at me cross-eyed and I don't know what to do No I don't know what to do Crazy loon There's a room in his pallet There's a pillow for his head Sees an offshoot in his bottle When he wants to see me dead Heirlooms a loon Never thought I'd see that silly grin Never thought I'd see that fool again Never thought I'd love that lunatic Nothing left to dance around What a hero What a black and blue bird What a loon, a loon What a loon, a loon