Well, I woke up this morning in a cloud of despair.
I ran my hand across my head,
Pulled out a pile of worried hair.
I went to my physician who was buried in his thoughts
He said, Son, youve been reading
Too much Elephant Talk.
He said, The thing about depression is,
Well you just cant let it get you down,
You have to see the world for what it is:
A circus full of freaks and clowns
And youll never please everybody,
Its a well established fact,
He said, I recommend a fifth of Jack
And a bottle of Prozac.
What can you give a man who has everything?
Can you give him back his edge,
Can you make him want to sing?
No, you can only take from him,
And theres nothing he can do.
Ive got the driving me to drink and eat
A bottle of Prozac blues.
Well, I woke up this morning and I shaved off my head.
By the time I realized what I had done I was already dead.
I went to see the gatekeeper who was standing by Heavens door,
He said, I hope you brought a good supply of... you know