I see a mad-loon risin’,
I see bubble-headed fray,
I see dearth-brains that’ fright’nin’,
I see reason’s decay.

Don’t come out tonight
’cause these clowns might be in sight.
There’s a mad-loon mob on rise.

I hear slurried brains air-blowin’;
They “know” the end is comin’ soon.
It’s clear that little they’re knowin’;
They scream—voices of ragin’ goons.

Don’t come out tonight
’cause these louts might be in sight.
There’s a mad-loon mob on rise.

[chorus of mindless baying]

“Hope you got your wills together—
Old gram should be prepared; to die.
Looks like we’re in for Nazi tether;
This guy is Hitler, that’s no lie!”

Don’t come out tonight;
These hellhounds might be in sight.
There’s a mad-loon mob on rise.

Don’t come out tonight
’cause these boundless frights are rife.
There’s a mad-loon mob on rise.