Letra da Música Not Insane de Mad Tv

If you’re smoking rock cocaine
and some skanky weed,
And that bat your basement’s craig
‘caused your eyes to bleed,
and your husband is a pain,
and your latest album is sittin’ in
the half pop in,
don’t stress, tell the press ...

I swear to God I’m not insane,
although those voices in my brain
tell me I’m the queen of Spain,
and I’ll ride a horse drunk stain,
to a spaceship where I pray,
do a monkey made of clay
and his name is Jose,
nevertheless I’m not insane.

If you’re roused easily
by your man’s nasty smell,
or you’re losing on TV
like when I stripped on TRL,
take a good look at me
I kept it together,
although my weight does fluctuate,
in the doubt, go ahead and shout ...

I swear to God I’m not insane,
I’m engaged to a great dane,
fill my butt with champagne yeah,
all my shoes are made of hay
I work for the CIA,
I invented Arbor day,
I wear a hat made a bengay
nevertheless I’m not insane.