A Man Could Go Quite Mad Lyrics

(Clive Paget enters as John Jasper in choral robes. Smiles and bows to the audence, then suddenly sings)
Another trifling day
One more soul stifling day.
A blinding pain
Boredom grinds my brain
Down to the Grain
(Jasper takes some pills from a pillbox and ingests them)

A man could go quite mad
And not be all that bad
Consider each superb disturbing urge you've ever had.
To curse aloud in church or choke each bloke who throws a smile your way!
Be that as it may,
A man could have bad dreams
And not be all he seems
Yet not be far removed from all the noblest of extremes
Sometimes I think that sanity is just a passing fad
A man could go quite mad
(Sits in a chair looking into a mirror)
Unblessed are the dull
One ceaseless, peaceless lull
Some wonderous night
Stormstruck, thunderous light
will cast me right.
(Jasper removes his choral garb to change into his regular clothing)
A sculptor lacking arms
A sorceror lacking charms
A fiend who frightens no one for there's no one that he harms
Who clutchs at the only desperate respite from this grim tableau
Knowing this is so
I hide myself in thought
Where one cannot be caught
And feed on dreams that contradict each edict I've been taught
And if someday I lose my way and mind you'll find me glad
A man could go quite
(quietly) man could go quite
(very loud) man could go....quite mad!