19th Nervous Breakdown - The Standells

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 nineteenth nervous breakdown

When you were a child you were a 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 nineteenth 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 the 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 awhile 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 nineteenth 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 the matters worse.

Oh, please

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 you father’s still perfecting ways of making sealing wax

You better stop, look around

Here it comes, here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown