Crazy Larry sings:

“You may not know my name, but I’m the man from Maine. 
 Not street, but State, …a delusional state. 
 I’m the insane from Maine, but that’s not my name. 
 My claim to fame is by another name. 
 They call me, Crazy Larry.

Cra—Cra—Cra-Cra—z—z— zy Larry. 
Not Barry, Gary, Harry, or Jerry, 
but Cra—Cra—Cra—Cra— a—z—zy Larry. 
Yes, you heard me right, it's Cra-Cra-Cra-a-z-zy Larry.


In the world, all people are just his and hers.
But here we’re not just patients, but prisoners.
You have to deal with the likes of me
And Trucker here, from Tennessee.


     Post a special beware …for Delaware
     And feel the misery …of Missouri.
     If perhaps you tire …of New Hampshire,
     Don’t ask a ---man from Nebraska,
     Nor the idiot savant …from Vermont.
     
      There are many of us schizofrantic 
      Who travel the coast of the Atlantic,
      But if you really want to get Pacific about it,
      There’s more corny in Californy,
      And much ill noise in Chica-go.


But most of your aches and pains
Will come from me, the Insane from Maine.
Just call me Crazy Larry,
Cra—Cra—Cra—Cra—a—z—zy Larry.


       Now don’t get me wrong, as I sing this song,
       Some of us have been locked up so very long.
       But by your design we’ve landed here, 
       And some of us have those we call near and dear. 

So there’s one question I’d like to ask, 
To answer it is not a difficult task: 
How’d you like it if you weren’t free 
And you lost your place in the family tree?”

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