*Basket Cast

(An Answer to Warren Zevon)

My baby, does it scare you that I'm a basket case
A bipolar geek who won't stop the race
Your face of an angel leaves my will a wreck
Can't help that my mind is a basket case.

I would never hurt you, or cause you pain
I'm only slightly demented, with water on my brain
Some sense remains, I'm not completely insane
I still know love, even as a basket case.

You didn't make a madman outta me
But you can sooth this savage beast you see
I'm as harmless as any maniac could be
My baby, come be a basket case with me.

So I'm a manic-depressive and borderline too
But you are the friskiest psycho I ever knew
We're paranoid lovers lost in space
Babe, what is wrong with sharing a common basket in this case.



Little Girlie come back to me and let's celebrate
Don't let them drag me through the nut house gates
Come to my arms and that curing embrace
Side by side a matching pair of basket cases.

Come on babe, be with the madman that is me
Let's be loony together for all to see
We each might be a basket case
But we both are cured each by a single embrace.

Please come back and look into my mad eye, one look at my face
The madness that is my life would instantly lift by grace
Your arms are my proper place
Why should we give that up to each be a basket case?

G - February 2008