Final Solution

The girls won't touch me cause I got a misdirection, And livin at night isn't helpin my complexion. The signs all say it's a social infection. A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection. Mom threw me out til I get some pants that fit. She just don't approve of my strange kind of wit. I get so excited I always gotta lose it, Then they pack me off & make me take the cure. I don't need a cure, Don't need a cure. Don't need a cure, Need a final solution. Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction - Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction. It seems I'm the victim of natural selection, Or maybe just another slide in another direction. I don't need a cure, Don't need a cure. Don't need a cure, Need a final solution. Solution!