Basket Case (Woodstock 1994)

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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?

[Verse 2]
I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She says it's lack of sex that's bringing me down
I went to a whore
He said my life's a bore
So quit my whining 'cause it's bringing her down

[Chorus]
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?
[Bridge]
Grasping to control
So I better hold on

[Chorus]
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?
I'm just stoned

[Post-Song Banter: Billie Joe Armstrong, Tré Cool]
You're a bunch of funny little people
Funny looking
(You missed)
Oh hey, look that guy with the green hair he's a punk rocker, look, look he's even telling everybody
You fucking hippie
Oh thank you very much, it goes to show that if you eat shit you won't die