I feel that I'm fairly well adjusted mostly
But I hate it when these people stand closely.
Most folks just love hittin' parties.
Bust through the door, run and hug everybody.
Not me. I kinda creep in slowly.
Scan the room for people that know me
And if it's none then holy crap.
Somebody gotta hold me back.
And if the keg is tapped then I'm on it.
I mean on and on and on on it.
And if you paid a little more to get the good pour
Then you know Wheelie be fallin'.
But I don't want to be the one that's stuck
Head in the toilet, throwin' up.
I wander back home then I wonder what
That I did to get my head hit and thumped
Now listen. I can't relate
And you better stand back three feet away.
Because my head gets red and I start to shake
And it's clear that I got a problem, OK?
I am an R-O-B-O-T-I-C M-I-C freak
With human anxiety. Anxiety.
If I gotta speak up, then I start to sweat
In a room full of people that I've never met.
You know I'd rather be home stuck in the apartment
Cuz my shirt's now soaked through, soppin' wet.
Oh God, here we go. Not again.
My heart starts beatin' faster and then
I can't breath. I'm all filled with phlegm
I can't see cuz I got tunnel vision.
Oh crap. It's a panic attack.
Somebody grab me the paper sack.
I new it'd be bad when the room was packed
And now I feel myself faintin', fallin' back.
I mean STAT. I think I need some medication
Cuz I'm always in these bad situations.
And I swear that I'll be a good patient
I hate it when I gotta be sedated and complacent.
Face it. I could use some therapy.
Cuz I always feel these people gotta stare at me.
Tweakin' like I'm on methamphetamines.
This is why everybody's always ahead of me.
I am an R-O-B-O-T-I-C M-I-C freak
With human anxiety. Anxiety.
Bring the Jackson 5 back.
Bring the Jackson 5 right back, bring 'em back.
Bring the Jackson 5 back.
Bring the Jackson 5 right back, bring 'em back, Stumblebee.
Bring the Jackson 5 back.
Bring the Jackson 5 right back, bring 'em back, Powerthighs.
Bring the Jackson 5 back.
Bring the Jackson 5 right back, bring 'em back, everybody.
Bring the Jackson 5 back.
Bring the Jackson 5 right back, bring 'em back!
Now my head isn't really that bad, is it?
My therapist told me that last visit.
And I have considered benefits of better livin'
But I'm givin' up on it, I need a hand, get it?
Got it? Good. Tell me what I should
Do to repair what is wrong under my hood.
Should I pay some white-suited dude
To look into the circuits of my mind?
I need much more than a mechanic, though.
I feel weird bot, yo I can't stand it, so
I get stressed out, about to hit panic mode.
I need help, buddy, hand me the antedote because
I am an R-O-B-O-T-I-C M-I-C freak
