Crazy Songtext
von Atlanta Rhythm Section

Wow, isn′t the music strange
It's over-arranged
But so untogether
Guess that′s the way it flows
You powder your nose
And paste on your glitter

Crazy
These are crazy times
But I just don't understand
Crazy
Crazy times make a crazy man


God, I hate to cuss, but damn
The cities are crammed
And we call it progress
Life is a freaker's bag
We′re numbered and tagged
And lost in the process

Crazy
These are crazy, crazy times
But I just don′t understand
Crazy
Crazy times make a crazy man

Crazy
These are crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy times
But I just don't understand
Crazy
Crazy times make a crazy man

Crazy
But I just don′t understand
Crazy
Crazy times make a crazy man