At the state asylum
On the second floor
I talked with a patient
Room two thirty-four.
I said you don't look crazy
Can't see why you're here.
He sorta looked at me and smiled
And whispered in my ear:
I'm nuts about screwy music.
I'm screwy bout nutty rhythm.
I'm dilly over all silly melody
Crazy as a loon can be.
I'm daffy bout goofy tempo.
I'm goofy bout daffy changes.
I'm dippy over all dizzy harmony
Written in a minor key.
I like to hear sounds that are queer
I'm eccentric they say.
There's a boot in a flute
Or a mellow moanin' cello.
I'm nuts about screwy music.
I'm screwy bout nutty rhythm.
I'm dilly over all silly melody
Crazy as a loon can be.