So I scream at you
don't play with the kids
Have I lost my mind
Did I flip my lid
Hate my friggin' job
Hate my weekends too
Sober as a judge
Maybe I should have a few

I ain't myself
I'm acting like somebody else
This kind of behavior makes me think I need some help
I ain't myself

It sneaks up on you
like a Viet Cong
Like some dandelion
screwing up your lawn
Don't read, I don't write
Don't watch no TV
I don't use telephones
Don’t utilize no fax machines

Get back
Get way back
Get back
Get way back

Got to get a life
Got to get way back
Before I lose my wife
Give myself a friggin’ heart attack
Piss off all my friends
Alienate my office staff
Got to crack a smile
It hurts too much to laugh