| I like to scream
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| I like to yell
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| That’s 'cause I’m sick
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| And I need help
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| The specialist won’t hurt me
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| He’s not like the nuns
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| He’s got a lot of pretty pills
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| I think I’ll take some yellow ones
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| Take me to the specialist
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| I know that I’m crazy
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| I know that I’m nuts
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| But at least I admit it
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| And I think that takes some guts
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| The specialist doesn’t care
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| What the voices say
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| He’s got a lot of pretty pills
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| To make the voices go away
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| Take me to the specialist
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| — Mr. Huberty
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| — Yes, God?
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| — You wouldn’t happen to have any power tools?
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| And if I’m hopeless
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| Well, that’s the breaks
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| The cookie crumbles
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| The loony shakes
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| The specialist can see it
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| From my point of view
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| He understands me
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| 'Cause he hears voices too
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| Take me to the specialist
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| Take me to the specialist
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| Take me to the specialist
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| Take me to the specialist
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| I hear weasels…
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| Hey you kids! |
| Cut that crap out! |
| Hey come back here! |
| I know who your parents
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| are. |
| You wouldn’t do this if Nixon was in the White House. |
| C’mon,
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| I’m the walrus, dammit! |