So tell me how you feel about your medicineHold your head, feel your paranoiaSweet sixteen from the skit songSo tell me how you feel about your medicineHold your head in a sudden songSweet black smoke with the poisonHey, come on, everybody do Miss AmericaHey, you know when she goes down it's hystericalSo tell me how you feel about your medicineHold your head, feel your paranoiaRunning down the street from a murky trollSo tell me how you feel now you're the only oneHold your head in a sudden songSweet black smoke on the crooked groundHey, come on, everybody do Miss AmericaHey, you know when she goes down it's hystericalHey, you know when she goes down it's hystericalHey, come on, everybody do Miss AmericaHey, you know when she goes down it's hystericalHey, you know when she goes down it's hystericalMiss America*