You're insane

Here's a little something in the vein of Weird Al... I'm publishing it here to support my copyright .  My plan is to get someone to sing it.

{performed to the music of "You're So Vain"}

You walked in to the party

Wearing your tin foil hat

You had a chastity belt outside your pants

Your shoes they didn’t match

You had one eye pointing up above

As you watched your big bald spot

And all the girls thought that you were a weirdo

Oh, such a weirdo

You’re insane

I bet you think your ass is a donut

You’re insane

I bet you think your ass is a pastry, don’t you don’t you

I saw you several years ago

Out on my own front porch

The cops that came arrested you

And drove your sad ass off

I gave up all the things I loved

And hauled-ass out of town

Now there’s piss in my corn flakes

Piss in my corn flakes

You’re insane

I bet you think your ass is a donut

You’re insane

I bet you think your ass is a pastry, don’t you don’t you

{guitar solo}

You’re insane

I bet you think your ass is a donut

You’re insane

I bet you think your ass is a pastry, don’t you don’t you

I heard you went to a hospital

For the criminally-insane

You flew that coop

In the blink of an eye

And you’re back on the run again

You’re not ever where you should be now

And when you are you’re with

A drug dealer guy or

Your Mom in her basement

Mom in her basement

{Chorus till finish}

You’re insane

I bet you think your ass is a donut

You’re insane

I bet you think your ass is a pastry, don’t you don’t you