the dead milkmen
take me to the specialist
I like to scream I like to yell That's 'cause I'm sick And I need help The specialist won't hurt me He's not like the nuns He's got a lot of pretty pills I think I'll take some yellow ones Take me to the specialist  I know that I'm crazy I know that I'm nuts But at least I admit it And I think that takes some guts The specialist doesn't care What the voices say He's got a lot of pretty pills To make the voices go away Take me to the specialist  Mr. Huberty Yes, God? You wouldn't happen to have any power tools?  And if I'm hopeless Well, that's the breaks The cookie crumbles The loony shakes The specialist can see it From my point of view He understands me 'Cause he hears voices too Take me to the specialist Take me to the specialist Take me to the specialist Take me to the specialist  I hear weasels!  I hear weasels! I hear weasels! I hear weasels! I hear weasels! I hear weasels!  I hear weasels! I hear weasels! I hear weasels! I hear weasels!   Hey you kids! Cut that crap out! Hey come back here!  I know who your parents are Wouldn't do this if Nixon was in the White House see'mon, I'm the walrus dammit!