19th Nervous Breakdown Songtext
von The Standells

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 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 matters worse, oh please.
Ohh ohh ohh ohh

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 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 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 your 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.