19th Nervous Breakdown [Ed Sullivan Show] Songtext / Lyric

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 19th 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 19th 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 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 19th 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 ceiling wax



You better stop, look around, here it comes

Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown

Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown

Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown

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