19th Nervous Breakdown

You’re the kind of girl-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 youve tried you just cant 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 messed 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 fathers 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 nine-teenth nervous breakdown!

Oh, who is to blame, that girls just insane!
Well nothing I do dont seem to work
It only seems to make matters worse! Oh please!

* Original lyrics written by Jagger–Richard