Testo di 'Brad Roberts' di Crash Test Dummies

I'm all freaked out

I'm all tweaked out

I'm being chased by insects

And I wanna eat my cigarettes

I can't hang out

I'm all strung out

I've got to grab me by the throat

I've got to herd me like a goat

A cigarette is all you get

So hold your fire, don't light it yet

I'm all mixed up

I gotta fix me up

I wanna pull my tongue out

And turn my nostrils inside out

I'm all dried up

I'm all fried up

I wanna burn things now and then

If I've been talkin' to businessmen

A cigarette is all you get

So hold your fire, don't light it yet

I'm all shook up

I wanna get hooked up

I wanna listen to Elvis

I wanna shake my pelvis

I wanna take the train downtown

I wanna hear some Junior Brown

I wanna move my groovy hips

I wanna bite my shaky lips

A cigarette is all you get

So hold your fire, don't light it yet