I am in a cookie jar Playing on a pebble horn And waiting for a horse drawn trolley car I have a very fine job I count all the frying fish And make them pay amusements chance And send their children off to school You must be good You must do well You must be good You must do well You must be good You must do well Because Because He has an ulcer in his brain From thinking of how to divorce his wife And send all the children off to camp He has to drink a lot of milk And take pills by the pound He wishes he could see that night Perhaps the ego's insane He must succeed He must do well He must succeed He must do well He must succeed He must do well Because Because You are the emperor's new clothes And no one knows that you are full of holes And so is he for keeping you around I guess we better take him back to the lost and found I don't care they'll never catch me I don't care they'll never catch me Let me be Let me be Let me be I don't play with balloons Because they always explode And get gum stuck in my hair His wife hangs him all the time And tells her bridge book friends he's weak His children kick him in the shins This is his reward for cutting throats So he'd succeed And have his own desk So he'd succeed And have his desk So he'd succeed And have his desk He was He was Insanity Reality