Crazy

It was crackers. It was crazy.
It was round the bend and back.
Though my memory is hazy",
It was ruin. It was wrack.
They were days of wine and daisy.
Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack.

It was nana. It was nutter.
It was guignol. It was goof.
Were their brains as soft as butter
When the price went through the roof
And descended to this gutter?
Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof.

It was barking. It was barmy.
It was out for daffy duck,
Using noodles for macramé,
When the hare brains ran amuck.
It was dumb. A Dada army.
Cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck.

It was anarchy. And aimless.
Up a gum tree up a creek.
It was shameful. It was shameless.
It was like a Bedlam shriek.
But, thank heaven, I am blameless.
Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak.

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From the book Tony Blair reminds me of a budgie

John Major ascribed the slump in the property market to what he described as "the rather crazy situation" at the end of the 1980s.