Wig out

Oh no, you didn't! You called me a what? / Don't make me wig out / How you gonna let some shit like that slip out your mouth?

An organist wigged out like Rick Wakeman, the diamante lapels of Humza Yousaf’s kilt jacket sparkled, and out in the Mall, the procession began.

Yeah, this is Creepy Steeple. That nasty monster's place... This place wigs me out...

“Let’s get high!” say Quill, Saturday’s opening act and maybe the most obscure name on the bill. They are also awful. They Live The Life lasts a leaden, eight minutes, ending in a percussive wig out with the band sarcastically chanting: “You’re so free!” This was played during one of the brief sunny spells, but you wouldn’t know it.