♪ ♫ Sing to the tune of: ♫ ♪

♪ ♫ Sing to the tune of:  "Leaving on a Jet Plane" ♫ ♪

No, my bags aren't packed, I'm not gonna fly

The drugs they give, they don't make you high

Just leave you feeling loopy all the while

The Dr’s say, it’s all in my head

That Aliens bake banana bread

90 laps in a padded cell = 1 mile

So kiss me and smile for me, Tell me that you'll visit me

Pull tight the straps on my straight jacket please

Cause I’m leaving on an ostrich, been kidnapped taken hostage

Oh babe, I’m trippin’ yo.

Well, therapy group never goes my way

My snowball fight idea was thrown away

Maybe I should not have mentioned yellow snow.

Moving checkers with my nose and chin

Makes game time really hard to win

I finally get Kinged, and have to go.

So kiss me and come back soon

Visit me in my rubber room

Hold me close, cause I cannot use my arms

And I’m leaving on a journey, strapped in a hallway gurney

Oh hey, high five me bro.

The, Electro-shocks are now feeling good

I’d sleep in there, if I just could

Yet Doc says progress is still years away

My “I LOVE ME” jacket, with the wrap around arms

Is now equipped with escape alarms

But I get a little further every day

So kiss me and pat my head, bring me some banana bread

Loosen the straps on my straight jacket please

Cause I’m leaving in a space ship, galactic warp 5 field trip

Oh babe, it’s Yukon Ho!

From The Mind of Ray.