[Intro]

And so, seaty comfortable on the back of this enormous buzzy most of the fly

Vrrp, they tooked off, like an escaped velocy of the rocket floatin into orbit, yeah

Now, after floating high hup, over the mounty, through the deep valley of that

For seven whole long days, they did a very soft and flat belly landing, if I may put it this way

Where they landed? A tranquil beauty spot, before a deep fundamold of a forry

Like August in the undergrowth, there it was

And the fly said it, "I must leave you here"

And he pointed here, with his sort of fly type fingold, it was all feathery-feathery, and said

"Mad John, mark me words"

"He liveth in a cave there in this far deep forry"

"And he will transport for you and find it, not only the moon itself which you looked"

"But the philosophy of life to itself."

And Stan had a mutual joy for this, and reach up and cudlymost of this big fly, and very hard to embrace it and mode mmm, mmm kissy, and the fly tickled him with his whiskers in his eardrum

And off he went

[Verse 1]

There was an old man who lived in the greenwood

Nobody knew him or what he had done

But mothers would say to their children, "Beware of Mad John."

[Verse 2]

John would sing with the birds in the morning

Laugh with the wind in the cold end of night

But people from behind their curtains, said he's not quite right

[Verse 3]

John had it sussed, he was living the life of a tramp

Yes, his bed was the cold and the damp, but the sun was his friend

He was free

[Verse 4]

So here was a wise one who loved all the haters

He loved them so much that their hate turned to fear

And shaking from behind their curtains, the loved ones would hear

[Outro]

So Stan walked toward the cave

And in his mind, mark the word, Mad John

Deep focus on this

All the trim blowed looking into the dark and peering into the background of black

And then appeared Mad John

In fine, fine foldy sulky robes

All whitely hair simply lately beardy dangly

Oh, the beard must have been thirty-four years old to grow it and grow it all night long

And he was glowing with a friendly light

Oh, dear joy

And a voice full of a company, company, company

All joy, life and livid ever laying from the cockload of his heartstrings

"Call the sailor, man"

"What's been ya hangup, man?"

"I waiting seven days for ya"

"Not still worried about the single light moon and dangly"

Stan, yes, that's why I saw you out here and trippy trippy hell on the back of this fly and told me

And John leaked arms with him

And walking out stepper by stepper

And he pointed with a company point, and he goes

"There, up in the heavenly bode" What?

Stan realized now which had stuck him like a smacker oh blurred

He never focused before

As the sunrise in the early morning

So the recall of the moon in the eve

Ah, and he thought

Now, the fly had something extra special you folks would say to me, if you would

And John looked happy and the tracking of the earnestness in his eyeballs

Straight nose-to-nose, and eye-to-eye

Of course, I nearly forgot it

Just you listen