(It's not a place you can get to By a boat or a train...it's far, Far away...Charlie...I have a Feeling we're not in Kansas anymore) Oaahh! There's a cockroach in my coffee There's a needle in my arm And I feel like New York City Get me to the farm Get me to the farm Get me to the farm Get me to the farm Somebody get me to the farm I got terminal uniqueness I'm an egocentric man I get caught up in my freakness But I ain't no Peter Pan Get me to the farm Get me to the farm Get me to the farm Get me to the farm Get me... Buckle up straightjack Insanity is such a drag Jellybean Thorazine Transcendental jet lag Sanity I ain't gonna Feeling like a pifiata Sucker punch, blow lunch Mother load, pigeonhole I'm feeling like I'm gonna explode Yeah, I wanna shave my head and I wanna be a Hare Krishna Tattoo a dot right on my head Heh, heh And the Prozac is my fixer I am the living dead (Follow the yellow brick road... Follow the yellow brick road...) Take me to the farm Take me to the farm Somebody get me to the farm Somebody take me to the farm Take me to the farm Take me to the farm Somebody take me to the farm Somebody take me to the farm Take me to the farm Take me to the farm Take me to the farm Buckle up straightjack Insanity is such a drag Jellybean Thorazine Transcendental jet lag Sanity I ain't gonna Feeling like a pifiata Sucker punch, blow lunch Motherload, pigeonhole I'm feeling like I'm gonna explode Yeah, I wanna shave my head and I wanna be a Hare Krishna Tattoo a dot right on my head Heh, heh And the Prozac is my fixer I am the living dead Take me to the farm Take me to the farm Somebody get me to the farm (Wake up, honey...Then I'm sure to Get a brain uh, huh...)