Joy - Islands

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