Thoughts like marble cannonballs,
Were stacked between the desks and walls…
At Looney Larry’s House of Lead,
You never get no sleep at all.
He keeps no pillows down the halls,
And you will find no rested souls,
Nor telephones for restless calls…
There never are no calls at all.
At Looney Larry’s House of Dread,
Ideas are marble cannonballs,
That formulate out of the air,
Although just how is not quite clear.
But when they harden in the head,
And start to fall out of the ears
In stacks between the desks and walls,
You never get no sleep at all.
At Looney Larry’s House of Dead,
Where dreams are marble cannonballs,
It’s bad to be asleep in bed,
And good to be a Marblehead.