You're a few sandwiches short of a picnic,
You're a few bricks short of a house,
And sometimes it's hard to believe it,
The shit that comes a rollin' out your mouth

You bout lost your mind (that's undeniable),
The lunatic kind (certifiable),
And I don't what else to call it baby, you're crazy,
Cause if you had any sense you'd a left me by now

You're a few clowns short of a circus,
You're a few top feathers short of a flock,
Your antenna ain't picking up all the channels,
And I love you baby but you've always been a little off

You bout lost your mind (that's undeniable),
The lunatic kind (certifiable),
And I don't what else to call it baby, you're crazy,
Cause if you had any sense you'd a left me by now

I'm the wild cat kind, cuckoo-cachew,
My therapist bout had enough of me too,
I don't know how you do what you do,
Putting up with me and all my loose screws

You bout lost your mind (that's undeniable),
The lunatic kind (certifiable),
And I don't what else to call it baby, you're crazy,
And I love you, but you're crazy,
Cause if you had any sense you'd a left me by now,
If you had any sense you'd a left me by now,

If you had any sense you'd a left me by now

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Aaron Raitiere, Erin Enderlin