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Whatever happened to the funky race?
A generation lost in pace,
-Wasnīt life supposed to be more than this?
In this kiss Iīll change your bore for my bliss
But let go of my hand and it will slip out in the sand if you donīt give me the chance
to break down the walls of attitude,
I ask nothing of you
not even your gratitude

And if you think Iīm corny
then it will not make me sorry
itīs your right to laugh at me
and in turn, thatīs my oppurtunity
to feel brave
Because ridicule is no shame
itīs just a way to eclipse hate
itīs just a way to put my back straight
itīs just a way to remain sane

Every morning I would see her getting off the bus the picture never drops
itīs like a multicoloured snapshot stuck in my brain
it kept me sane for a couple of years
as it drenched my fears
of becoming like the others
who become unhappy mothers
and fathers of unhappy kids
And why is that?
īCause theyīve forgotten how to play
maybe theyīre afraid to feel ashamed
to seem strange
to seem insane
to seem gay
to gain weight
- I tell you this:

That it takes a fool to remain sane
It takes a fool to remain sane
It takes a fool to remain sane
In this world all covered up in shame
(-Oh, take it to the stage!)

So, take it to the stage in a multicoloured jacket take it jackpot, crackpot,
strutting like a peacock
nailvarnish Arkansas
shimmy-shammy featherboah crackpot haircut
dye your hair in glowing red and blue,

-Do, Do, Do! What you wanna do, Donīt think twice, do what you have to do,
Do, Do, Do, let your heart decide what you have to do thatīs all there is to find
Cause it takes a fool to remain sane,
Oh,It takes a fool to remain sane
It takes a fool to remain sane
In this world all covered up in shame
It takes a fool to remain sane,
It takes a fool to remain sane
It takes a fool to remain sane
In this world all covered up in shame