Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox
Basket Case
Do you have the time to listen to me whine
About nothing and everything all at once?
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid or am I just stoned?
I went to a shrink to analyze my dreams
He says it's lack of sex that's bringing me down
I went to a whore who said my life's a bore
So stop your whining 'cause it's bringing me down, oh-whoa, whoa, whoa
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid or am I just stoned?
Grasping to control
So, I better hold on
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes I give my self the creeps, oh yes I do I really do
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
I might be paranoid!
Am I just paranoid or am I just stoned?