Living in a Crazytown where the roads are made of butter
The sidewalks all have bread crumb tiles
And the buildings are made of rubber.
We never just walk down the street, we slide and slip along
In Crazytown we eat our shoes with jelly
With some caffeine that’s nice and strong.
There is no breakfast no lunch no winner chicken dinner
There are no saints or good guys here
But you can always be a sinner
There is no bad there is no good in Crazytown we have no rules
You watch out, pick up, lift up, flop out
There’s no education and no schools
There’s only crazy, nothing more and nothing less
If you want to get to Crazytown
You’re crazy, more or less.
-Mayor McCheese of Crazytown