My analyst told me that I was right out of my head,
the way he described it.
He said I'd be better dead than alive.
I didn't listen to his jive.
I knew all along that he was all wrong.
And I knew that he thought I was crazy,
but I'm not.
Don't know.
My analyst told me that I was right out of my head.
He said I'd need treatment,
but I'm not that easily led.
He said I was the type that was most inclined,
went out of his sight to be out of my mind.
And he thought I was nuts.
No more ifs, or ands, or buts.
They say as a child I appeared a little
bit wild with all my crazy ideas,
but I knew what was happening.
I knew I was a genius.
What's so strange when you know that you're a wizard at three?
I knew that this was meant to be.
Now I heard little children were supposed to sleep tight.
That's why I got into the vodka one night.
My parents got frantic, didn't know what to do.
But I saw some crazy scenes before I came to know.
Do you think I was crazy?
I may have been only three, but I was swinging.
They all loved that angry young man.
They all loved that Edison,
and also that Einstein.
So why should I feel sorry if they just couldn't
understand the idiomatic logic that went on in my head?
I had a brain that was insane.
Oh,
they used to laugh at me when I refused
to ride on all those double-decker buses,
all because there was no driver on the top.
What?
No driver on the top?
Man, the chick is twisted,
crazy, oops-shooby.
You hear?
Flip city.
My analyst told me that I was right out of my head,
but I said,
Dear Doctor,
I think that it's you instead,
because I have got a thing that's unique and new.
To prove it,
I'll have the last laugh on you,
because instead of one head,
I got two.
And you know two heads are better than one.