I was Bm born in a F#m lighthouse, my E mother was the Bm sea
I Bm crawled to school each F#m morning when E it occurred to Bm me
That G life’s just a D mood ring we’re F# not allowed to see Bm
and E this is what it said to F# me:

My Bm room’s comfortably A small
With Bm rubber lining the F#m walls
And there’s Bm someone always E calling my A name
F# He Bm calls when I’m a-A lone
And he Bm calls when I’m not F#m home
And he D calls when I’m stuck out in the F# rain

A I’m in-Bm sane… A I’m in-Bm sane
A I’m in-Bm sane… A I’m in-Bm sane A Bm A Bm

Now Bm listen all you F#m swingers, don’t you E try to tag a-Bm long
I know Bm monkey see but F#m monkey’s dead, for E you it would be Bm wrong
Put a G dime in my D jukebox, you’ll F# only hear this song Bm
And it E won’t be fun for F# long

My Bm room’s comfortably A small
With Bm rubber lining the F#m walls
And there’s Bm someone always E calling my A name
F# He Bm calls when I’m a-A lone
And he Bm calls when I’m not F#m home
And he D calls when I’m stuck out in the F# rain

A I’m in-Bm sane… A I’m in-Bm sane
A I’m in-Bm sane… A I’m in-Bm sane

Inter A Bm x 4

My Bm room’s comfortably A small
With Bm rubber lining the F#m walls
And there’s Bm someone always E calling my A name
F# He Bm calls when I’m a-A lone
And he Bm calls when I’m not F#m home
And he D calls when I’m stuck out in the F# rain

A I’m in-Bm sane… A I’m in-Bm sane
A I’m in-Bm sane… A I’m in-Bm sane