<p>They’re coming to take me away, ha-haaa.
They’re coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa.
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time and I’ll be happy
to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and they’re coming
to take me away, ha-haaa!!!
To the happy home, with trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket
weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes and they’re
coming to take me away, ha-haa!!!</p>
<p>Yulsie,</p>
<p>I hate to rain on your parade, but it will be a few years before we are able to afford this wonderful place which you write about (and please can I go too?). So for the next few years, we will write these checks, live in abject poverty as we cross of the days until we have to stop living at the mercy of our bosses in order to make these tuition payments. Until then, I think we will probably sing Nobody knows the troubles I’ve seen:o</p>
<p>Parents of Tulane students may substitute “Riding on the City of New Orleans.”</p>