The Rolling Stones Follow

You're the kind of person you meet at certain dismal, dull affairs
Center of the 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 ninteenth 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 you 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 ninteenth 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 missed 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 a 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 ninteenth 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

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 you a million dollars tax
And your father's still perfecting ways of making ceiling wax

You better stop, look around
Here it comes, Here comes your ninteenth nervous breakdown