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A song parody of Scarborough Fair/Canticle written for The Sing Along Parody Song Contest
Psychiatry Fair/Prozac Are you kidding you crazy nut job: Really crazy, so loony, and whacked. Psychiatry might help you out some. You sure are as nuts as they come. Told you to take all of your Prozac pills: Maybe, then, you won’t need restraints; Without your pills your really a threat, And they'll chase you around with a net. I’ll try to find you a soft padded room: Screaming, loud, don’t worry sound proof; Between your outbursts and those very strange yells, No one will know when you eat your hair gel. I told them to keep strapped down with leather: Very, tight, so you cannot escape; Because the last time we couldn’t find you, You were in a box eating some dog poo. Are you kidding you should be locked up: Sitting, down, so you don’t get hurt. And just because you think you can fly. Your arms might flap but you will fall out of the sky.
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