作词 : Mark Mothersbaugh
作曲 : Mark Mothersbaugh
Pity you you're telling me
You've got a problem
A nervous sort of contraction
A mindless kind of reaction
You never get no satisfaction
Here's to you
I know you really got a problem
A nasty kind of reflection
A dangerous sort of destruction
That makes it difficult
Makes it hard to reach takes it all away
From what you had in mind yeah yeah yeah
Pity you I konw
You really got a problem problem
A nervous kind of distraction
Straction a nasty sort of reflection
Action a nasty sort of contraction traction
You never get no satisfaction faction
But there's some big fat point
That you seem to missingbe
And it's driving you to destruction
But it doesn't seem
To stop you in the least
Or halt this got obsession you
Going on back week after week week
After week day after day
Day after day hour after hour hour after hour
From where you came for more
Of the same yeah yeah yeah