Artists Are Crazy

I am a crazy artist

But which one of us isn’t crazy?

I am a crazy artist

And i’m playing on your radio

This is a band of gypsies

Our home is a raw caravan

This is a band of gypsies

And the devil is our only friend

I like the ones who write and play

And sing their own music and songs

And i don’t like the ones who don’t

Ladies and gentleman be welcome

To a singing expectable

Here are lyrics and the score

I like the oil men who drill and suck

The oil from their wells

And i don’t like the ones who don’t

Oh, little darling

I am here to love you and to sing for you

A melody of my folklore

Come on, come on, come on

I hear the people singing

Hear them singing a song on the streets

I hear my baby crying

On the plantation of corn and wheat

I’m not a walking jesus

I am not bringing your salvation

I’m just a crazy artist

And i’m playing my accordion

I like the soldiers who declare

A war against their generals

And i don’t like the ones who don’t

I like the slaves who kill

Their masters in the middle of the night

And i don’t like the ones who don’t

This is a band of gypsies

Everyday in a different town

This is a band of gypsies

Our homeland will lever be found