作词 : 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