*enters weilding a flying V guitar*
"Down at the arsenal they keep the nerve gasses
Guarded day and night by caged white rabbits
Been sitting there for years
I'm gonna have at it
I cut through the fence, run right in and grab it
Go crazy crazy crazy crazy¡
Now I got my own mustard gas in my pocket
Climb on a tree on a branch and drop it
On a country club full of saturday golfers
So I can watch them die chokin' shakin'in convulsions
Go crazy crazy crazy crazy
Crazy crazy crazy crazy¡
Chemical warfare chemical warfare
Chemical warfare warfare warfare!"