Lyrics Breakdown - Ian Stuart

You're the kind of person
You meet at certain
Dismal dull affairs
Center of a crowd
Talkin' much too loud
Running up and down the stairs
Well, it seems to me that you have seen
Too much in too few years
And though you try, you just can't hide
Your eyes are edged with tears

Your better stop
And look around
Here it comes
Here it comes
Here it comes
Here it comes
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown

When you were a child
You were treated kind
But never brought up right
You were always spoiled
With a thousand toys
But still you cried all night
Your mother who neglected you
Owes a million dollars tax
And your father's still perfecting ways
Of makin' ceiling wax

Your better stop
And look around
Here it comes
Here it comes
Here it comes
Here it comes
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown

Oh, who's to blame?
That girl's just insane
Well, nothin' I do don't seem to work
It only seems to make matters worse
Oh, ple-e-e-ease
Such a breakdown