Joy

There's joy to be had When you're crazy, mental, mad You run around town With your trousers pulled down You can shout (Rah, rah) And laugh (Ha ha) And sing (La la) When you're showing your ass When you're crazy, mental, mad There is joy to be had When you're crazy mental mad There is joy, there is joy to be had You would bang a pot on your head And pretend that you're dead (Bang, motherfucker) You can chase the folks around And wrestle with them on the ground You don't have to go to work You don't have to wear a shirt You don't have to be a jerk You don't have to eat that dirt, hey When you're crazy mental mad There is joy to be had When you're crazy mental mad There is joy, there is joy to be had