I'm Mad Slade

I get strange exotic dreams

With some strange erotic scenes

Gonna sleep all day

I get notions by the score

Most of them against the law

Do them anyway

So I took a trip to see Kane's Xanadu

Cos at the time there wasn't very much to do

I think I'm coming down, coming down

I get weird imaginings

About all different kinds or things

But I always try

To get fantasising thoughts

Maybe Bardot in her shorts

Like a natural kind

So I took a trip to Tutankhaman's tomb

He was alone and said he hoped I'd come back soon

I'm mad

This pounding in my brain

Will somebody explain

The way back to reality

Hey you

You keep your nose so clean

Your mind is so obscene

You'll find another change in me

I think I'm coming down

Looking straight ahead

The room is spinning round

Them blues have knocked me dead

Yeh yeh yeh yeh

Break

I'm going mad

Out of my head

I'm going mad

Cos now I've given back the top hat to Astaire

Oh not that I expected you to really care

I'm mad

This pounding in my brain

Will somebody explain

The way back to reality

Hey you

You keep your nose so clean

Your mind is so obscene

You'll find another change in me

I think I'm coming down

Looking straight ahead

The room is spinning round

Them blues have knocked me dead

Yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh-yeh yeh

I'm going mad

Out of my head

I'm going mad

Yeh-yeh yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh yeh

I'm going mad

Out of my head

I'm going mad