The girls won’t touch me cause I got a misdirection
And livin at night isn’t helpin my complexion
The signs all say it’s a social infection
A little bit of fun’s never been an insurrection
Mom threw me out til I get some pants that fit
She just don’t approve of my strange kind of wit
I get so excited I always gotta lose it
Then they pack me off & make me take the cure
But I don’t need a cure
Don’t need a cure
Don’t need a cure
Need a final solution
Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction
Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction
It seems I’m the victim of natural selection
Or maybe just another slide in another direction
I don’t need a cure
Don’t need a cure
Don’t need a cure
Need a final solution
Solution!