Sadly, it's not my worst. It's just my latest.

Tempo: kinda slow and bluesy

Sick and Insane

(chorus)
Now you're listening to a fellow who is sick and insane
At least that's what the doctors say,
But the voices that I'm hearing from inside of my brain
Are telling me that I'm okay.
And those little green fellows from the planet Dweeb,
Are sitting on my shoulder asking, "Who do you believe?"
But I don't have to listen to anyone …
After all, I'm Napoleon.

Now the CIA is sending messages to me
Through Seinfeld reruns on my TV,
And the tinfoil hat that I wear on my head
Keeps the UFOs from contacting me,
You all think my neighbor is a real nice guy,
But the Coke machine told me he's a Canadian spy
But I don't have to worry 'bout any thing…
After all, I've got a magic ring.

Yesterday I hit my boss on the head with a shovel,
It's okay, he was possessed by the devil.
Now I'm fighting my invisible Siamese twin,
He's the one who causes all of my trouble,
I need to get away 'cause some rest would be swell
Gonna make a reservation at the Bates Motel,
My transport beam can get me there in less than an hour…
And then I'll relax in the shower.

That's the first two verses and the chorus. If you want more, you'll have to buy my CD.