I love T-Bone Walker, and I wrote this song thinking of his music and hoping I could get one of my favorite guitar players, Duke Robillard, to play on it. The band plays a “flat tire” rhythm, and that’s what it sounds like. A nod to Donald Davis for the song title.

It’s a crazy world, don’t you know it’s true
It’s a crazy world, don’t you know it’s true
But I don’t mind it, ‘coz I’m crazy too

The day I was born my parents looked at me
The day I was born my parents looked at me
My Dad said, “That boy must be ours, He’s crazy as can be.”

If they call you crazy, if they say your nuts
If they say you’re loco, no ifs and or buts
They say there’s a screw loose, your marbles are gone
There’s nobody home but the lights are still on
Don’t be sad, don’t fret or fume
‘coz when they say you’re crazy
They give you lots of room

Are you C-r-a-z-y
Are you C-r-a-z-y,y,y,y
Are you C-r-a-z-y
Are you C-r-a-z-y
Don’t be sad or blue
Because I’m crazy too

If you want to be crazy, but you don’t know how to do it
If you want to be crazy, but you’re just not sure how to do it
Just follow me, baby, there ain’t nothing to it

If they say he’s crazy, if they say he’s nuts
If they say he’s loco, no ifs and or buts
They say there’s a screw loose, your marbles are gone
Nobody’s home but those lights are still on
Don’t be sad, don’t fret or fume
‘coz when they say you’re crazy
They give you lots of room

Are you C-r-a-z-y
Are you C-r-a-z-y,y,y,y
Are you C-r-a-z-y
Are you C-r-a-z-y
Don’t be sad or blue
Because I’m crazy too

© Bill Harley, all rights reserved. Reprints with permission only.