Caution...Hazard...Warning....Do Not Proceed... Caution...Hazard...Warning....Do Not Proceed..Do Not Proceed Caution...Hazard...Warning....Do Not Proceed... This is the truest story you will ever hear, so drink up your tea and listen to me. Once upon a time not so long ago, a building went insane. The rafters The ceiling They had the queerest feeling Bewildered The hallway Said, "I'm really not myself today" Watch how I tranquilize The plaster of this high-rise You better take notes The kitchen isn't well. Break out the AEDs That door's about to seize And get the phone 'cause it's connected To a deviant bell Johnny Anderson decided he would play All alone in the old elevator Johnny Anderson decided he would push All the bu*tons in the old elevator, uh oh Well you can call it fate Or you can call it plain bad luck But that building had had enough And as the very walls began to lose their grip, Little Johhny Started screaming He started screaming He started screaming Soon the hotel staff rang up the fire house "Hello, we have a situation and we need you now! All the water pipes have started laughing nonstop, The building's gone insane." The rafters The ceiling They had the queerest feeling Bewildered The hallway Said, "I'm really not myself today" (Say what?) The building is going insane (I heard a rumor, it's) It's going insane (What a waste) The building is going insane (Such a shame) The building is going insane With a scarlet squeal, the fire engine arrived And Mrs. Anderson asked if her son was alive One by one they crawled into the shaft They started screaming. They started screaming. They started screaming. The rafters The ceiling They had the queerest feeling Bewildered The hallway Said, "I'm really not myself today" The rafters The ceiling They had the queerest feeling Bewildered The hallway Said, "I'm really not myself today" I have to say I'm really not myself today.. I have to say I'm really not myself today.. The rafters The ceiling They had the queerest feeling Bewildered The hallway Said, "I'm really not myself today" For the rest of his life, John Anderson demonstrated a pathological fear of elevators. As an adult, he could not be employed in offices located higher than the fifth floor. He died at the age of eighty-two, in a bizarre stairway accident.