Sittin' in his strange room After midnight, under the moon Thinkin' ' bout fuckin', lookin' through the glass We're listening
to Max, he keeps tellin' all nite. He never lies, old muthafucker I don't exaggerate, he's a bloody drunkard, But at this moment you got nothing to say, We got no money for wonderful women, no !!
He's spiderman, he climbs a wall I'm sure, he doesn't know what is fear I say : Hey, Max, its your third bottle today I think he's an alcoholic sleep-walker.
He cannot stop when he's telling his tale, I say, hey, man, fuckin' party is over, Take it easy, yeah, take it easy, take it slow, No, no, not me, you gotta go !!
Chorus: Crazy, crazy, what you gonna do tonight Crazy, crazy, Max you gotta start the fight !!!