The warden was doing his daily rounds
When he spied a guard acting weird
He was waving and moving his arms about
Now the warden he was glad he appeared

"What are you doing?" the warden cried
As Mr Crazy watched from his cell
"Why i'm simply washing Mr Crazy's car
And i'm washing it really quite well."

"There's no car there, you're mind has gone"
The warden says in a whisper
"Report to the medical room right away
'Cause we must get you looked at mister"

"I think this place has gotten to you man
Why you've gone and lost your mind
For washing cars that just don't exist
You'll be locked up with Mr Crazy and his kind"

"Have you anything to say young man?"
The Asylum doctor asked real loud
'Cause unless you come up with an answer
This straight jacket will fit you like a shroud"

"Sir, Mr Crazy thinks he owns a car
And i'd like for you to keep it this way
'Cause he pays me twenty dollars a wash
And I wash it ten times a day"

                       G J Tate