Green green grass and a rubber russian bimbo
no one's got a name for the brain in the scarecrow
how can he believe all he sees on the tv
nothing but extreme overexecuted fantasies
happy dancing feet down the street on the corner
some they say he's silly some they say that he's a loner
how can they explain he's got a name nobody knows it
did anybody ever stop and offer him a prozac?
prozac... prozac... Prooooooozzzzac...