It was midnight on the ocean,
not a horsecart was in sight.
I stepped into a drugstore,
to get myself a light.
The man behind the counter
was a woman old and grey,
who used to peddle postcards
on the Road to Mandalay.
Ain't we crazy? Ain't we crazy?
I think I'll sing this song
all night today!
Ain't we crazy? Ain't we crazy?
What a way to pass the time away.
'Good evening, Sir',
she said to me,
her eyes were filled with tears.
She put her head between her knees,
and stayed that way for years.
Her children all were orphans,
except for one small tot,
who lived across the street,
just above a vacant lot.
Ain't we crazy? Ain't we crazy?
I think I'll sing this song
all night today!
Ain't we crazy? Ain't we crazy?
What a way to pass the time away.
Author unknown.
