My Prussian-blue electric clock's    alarm bell rings, it will not stop    and I can see no end in sight    and search in vain by candlelight    for some long road that goes nowhere    for some signpost that is not there    And even my befuddled brain    is shining brightly, quite insane       The chandelier is in full swing    as gifts for me the three kings bring    of myrrh and frankincense, I'm told,    and fat old Buddhas carved in gold    And though it seems they smile with glee    I know in truth they envy me    and watch as my befuddled brain    shines on brightly quite insane       Above all else confusion reigns    And though I ask no-one explains    My eunuch friend has been and gone    He said that I must soldier on    And though the Ferris wheel spins round    my tongue it seems has run aground    and croaks as my befuddled brain    shines on brightly, quite insane