Mr. Bonkers In The Shade


Under A Rock He Starts His Day


Not Moving Much With


Not Too Much To Say


Mr. Bonkers Leads A Simple Life


No Motor Car No House No Wife


It's Cold, He Thinks


As He Washes Up In The Sink


While The Spiders Go Bananas


He Slips Into His New Pajamas


And Waits To Be King





Mr. Bonkers The Silent One,


Thinks Of Times When He Was Young


He Could Run So Fast


He Could Win The Prize





He Tried And Tried


To Dial Correctly,


But The President's Number's


Not Listed In The Directory...


Directory....


Directory......





Look Inside The Door


You'll Never Hear Him Snore


Not A Lot To Do


But Sit And Stare At You


Something You Should Know


Before You Say "Hello"


Motionless Like Lead


He Sits, He Must Be Dead!


But Wait! He's's Alive.


He's Alive! He's Alive!


Chomping On The Bits


Of Crickets In His Mitts


In The Dark He's Lost


Oh My Gosh It's Lost!


In Black Light He's Great


His Legs, They Number Eight


He Must Have Got His Paws


From His Grandpapa


Holding, Crushing Bait


Under Pincers Weight


But The One Thing Unforgetable,


Don't Forget The Mandible. . .





No Probascis Here!


It's Mr. Bonkers' Year!


He's Sick Sick Sick


With The Bicycle Kick


You Can't See His Eyes Or Ears


Woah Yeah, Yeah


Woah Yeah, Yeah


Can You See Him Tonight?!


Woah Yeah, Yeah


Woah Yeah, Yeah


Under The Hot Rock Light!


Woah Yeah, Yeah


Woah Yeah, Yeah


Can You See Him Tonight?!


Woah Yeah, Yeah


Woah Yeah, Yeah


Under The Hot Rock Light!





Woah Yeah Yeah


Woah Yeah Yeah


Woah Yeah Yeah


Woah Yeah Yeah


Woah Yeah Yeah


Woah Yeah Yeah