Take Me to the Specialist - The Dead Milkmen

I like to scream

I like to yell

That’s 'cause I’m sick

And I need help

The specialist won’t hurt me

He’s not like the nuns

He’s got a lot of pretty pills

I think I’ll take some yellow ones

Take me to the specialist

I know that I’m crazy

I know that I’m nuts

But at least I admit it

And I think that takes some guts

The specialist doesn’t care

What the voices say

He’s got a lot of pretty pills

To make the voices go away

Take me to the specialist

— Mr. Huberty

— Yes, God?

— You wouldn’t happen to have any power tools?

And if I’m hopeless

Well, that’s the breaks

The cookie crumbles

The loony shakes

The specialist can see it

From my point of view

He understands me

'Cause he hears voices too

Take me to the specialist

Take me to the specialist

Take me to the specialist

Take me to the specialist

I hear weasels…

Hey you kids!

Cut that crap out!

Hey come back here!

I know who your parents

are.

You wouldn’t do this if Nixon was in the White House.

C’mon,

I’m the walrus, dammit!