Nights with white raisins
never reaching the end.
Letters from doctors
say I'm 'round the bend.
Walking around half-pished
with my eyes glazed o'er.
Just what the truth is
I don't care anymore.
Chorus:
'Cause I own you,
yes I own you,
oh, how I own you.
ROTFLOL!
Here I was trying to get that miter to flow with the Claribell the Clown Howdy Doody song - when it suddenly hit me!....
Bravissimo!