Paranoia

She was blessed with a knack For giving bad advice He's got five thumbs on his left hand Five more on his right Well her mom left town With the supermarket clerk But her dad was only jealous 'Cause the kid had work And the boy stays home all day 'Cause of paranoia He's got Kung-Fu grooves That can never be imitated She's got a fashion queen walk And she wears her blue jeans faded He's got moves with the puck That we've never ever seen And his girlfriend's twenty two And he's just seventeen And she gives advice That'll ease your paranoia And we all need someone to save our souls 'Cause the next time could be mine, could be yours And we all need someone to save our souls 'Cause the next time could be mine, could be yours And we all need someone to save our souls 'Cause the next time could be mine, could be yours And we all need someone to save our souls 'Cause the next time could be mine, could be yours