You're
the kind of person
You meet at certain dismal dull affairs.
Center of a crowd, talking much too
loud
Running up and down the stairs.
Well, it seems to me that you have seen
too much in too few years.
And though you've tried you just can't
hide
Your eyes are edged with tears.
You
better stop
Look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here
it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nine-teenth nervous
breakdown.
When
you were a child
You were treated kind
But you were never brought up right.
You were always spoiled with a thousand
toys
But still you cried all night.
Your mother who neglected you
Owes a million dollars tax.
And your father's still perfecting
ways of making ceiling wax.
You
better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here
it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nilne-teenth nervous
breakdown.
Oh,
who's to blame, that girl's just insane.
Well nothing I do don't seem to work,
It only seems to make matters worse.
Oh please.
You
were still in school
When you had that fool
Who really messed your mind.
And after that you turned your back
On treating people kind.
On our first trip
I tried so hard to rearrange your
mind.
But after while I realized you were
disarranging mine.
You
better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here
it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nine-teenth nervous
breakdown.
Here comes your nine-teenth nervous
breakdown
Here comes your nine-teenth nervous
breakdown