Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bill Wyman
Bill Wyman
Bass Guitar
Brian Jones
Brian Jones
Electric Guitar
Charlie Watts
Charlie Watts
Drums
Ian Stewart
Ian Stewart
Piano
Keith Richards
Keith Richards
Background Vocals
Mick Jagger
Mick Jagger
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Richards
Keith Richards
Songwriter
Mick Jagger
Mick Jagger
Songwriter
The Rolling Stones
The Rolling Stones
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Loog Oldham
Andrew Loog Oldham
Producer
Dave Hassinger
Dave Hassinger
Engineer

Lyrics

You're the kind of person you meet at certain dismal, dull affairs Center of a crowd, talking 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've tried, you just can't hide, your eyes are edged with tears You 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 you were 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 making sealing wax You 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, nothing I do don't seem to work It only seems to make the matters worse, oh, please You were still in school when you had that fool who really messed your mind And after that you turned your back on treating people kind On our first trip, I tried so hard to rearrange your mind But after a while I realized you were disarranging mine You 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, nothing I do don't seem to work It only seems to make the matters worse, oh, please When you were a child, you were treated kind, but you were 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 making sealing wax You better stop and look around Here it comes, here comes your 19th nervous breakdown Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
Writer(s): Keith Richards, Michael Phillip Jagger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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