atlanta rhythm section
crazy
Wow, isn't the music strange? It's over-arranged But so untogether Guess that's the way it goes You powder your nose And paste on your glitter  Crazy These are crazy times But I just don't understand Crazy Crazy times make a crazy man  God, I hate to cuss, but damn The cities are crammed And we call it progress Life is a freaker's bag We're numbered and tagged And lost in the process  Crazy These are crazy Crazy times But I just don't understand Crazy Crazy times make a crazy man  Crazy These are crazy, crazy, crazy Crazy times But I just don't understand Crazy Crazy times make a crazy man  Crazy Oh, I just don't understand, no Crazy Crazy times make a crazy man, ooh