Phoebe Bridgers
They’re Coming to Take Me Away--Ha Ha!
[Verse 1]
Remember when you ran away
And I got on my knees and begged you
Not to leave because I'd go berserk?
Well
You left me anyhow
And then the days got worse and worse
And now you see I've gone completely out of my mind
And

[Chorus]
They're coming to take me away
Ha, ha, they're coming to take me away
Ho, ho, hee, hee, ha, ha, to the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats
And they're coming to take me away
Ha, ha

[Verse 2]
You thought it was a joke
And so you laughed
You laughed when I said losing you would make me flip my lid
Right?
You know you laughed
I heard you laugh, you laughed
You laughed, you laughed and then you left
But now you see I'm utterly mad
And
[Chorus]
They're coming to take me away
Ha, ha, they're coming to take me away
Ho, ho, hee, hee, ha, ha
To the happy home with trees and flowers
And chirping birds and basket weavers
Who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away
Ha, ha

[Verse 3]
I cooked your food, I cleaned your house
And this is how you pay me back
For all my kind unselfish loving deeds?
Huh?
Well, you just wait, they'll find you yet
And when they do, they'll put you in
The ASPCA, you mangy mutt
And

[Chorus]
They're coming to take me away
Ha, ha, they're coming to take me away
Ho, ho, hee, hee, ha, ha, to the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats
And they're coming to take me away
Ha, ha
To the happy home with trees and flowers
And chirping birds and basket weavers
Who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats
And they're coming to take me away
Ha, ha
To the happy home with trees and flowers
And chirping birds and basket weavers
Who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away
To the happy home with trees and flowers
And chirping birds and basket weavers
Who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away
Ha, ha