Mr. Bonkers in the shade
Under a rock, he starts his day
Not moving much with not too much to say
Mr. Bonkers leads a simple life
No motor car, no house, no wife
It's cold, he thinks as he washes up in the sink
Yeah, yeah, yeah

While the spiders go bananas
He slips into his new pajamas
And waits to be king

Mr. Bonkers the silent one
Thinks of times when he was young
He could run so fast, he could win the prize

He tried and tried to dial correctly
But the President's number's not listed in the directory
Directory
Directory!

Look inside the door, you'll never hear him snore
Not a lot to do but sit and stare at you
Something you should know before you say "Hello":
Motionless like lead, he sits, he must be dead!
But wait! He's alive! He's alive! He's alive!
Chomping on the bits of crickets in his mitts
In the dark he's lost, oh my gosh he's lost!
In black light he's great, his legs, they number eight
He must have got his paws from his Grandpapa
Holding, crushing bait under pincers weight
But one thing unforgettable: Don't forget the mandible
No!
But no proboscis here!
It's Mr. Bonkers' year!
He's sick, sick, sick with the bicycle kick
You can't see his eyes or ears
Woah-yeah-yeah, whoa-yeah-yeah
Can you see him tonight?!
Woah-yeah-yeah, whoa-yeah-yeah
Under the hot rock light!
Woah-yeah-yeah, whoa-yeah-yeah
Can you see him tonight?!
Woah-yeah-yeah, whoa-yeah-yeah
Under the hot rock light!

Woah-yeah-yeah!
Woah-yeah-yeah!
Woah-yeah-yeah!
Woah-yeah-yeah!
Woah-yeah-yeah!
Woah-yeah-yeah!
Yeah!