Agitated

Oh, I'm so agitated, so agitated

Run through a washing machine, agitated

I'm so agitated, I'm so convoluted

I don't know what I know, but I'd just like to shoot it

And it's five A.M., and I'm crawling the walls

Just waiting for imaginary telephone calls

And I'm so agitated, so agitated

A-a-a-a, a-agitated

And I'm so agitated, I'm so agitated

I'm so agitated that I'm so agitated

You know what I think, I think the whole world stinks

And I don't need no shrink, I just hate it

Ugh

I'm so agitated, so agitated

So agitated that I'm so agitated

So agitated, I'm so convoluted

I'm so convoluted that I'm so agitated

And sometimes I think I'd be better off dead

Just like my cousin Fred