Little voices, they talk to me, help me to write this song
  They told me, your lazy, you got no real place of your own
  Hey don't worry, they're coming to take you away,
  The men in white....they want you.
    You're pyshco, I'm an odd one
  It's elementary, Dr Watson
  And I'm grateful, for thr noise upstairs goes on and on and on....
  Am I mad or just stupid, you're a weirdo
  Infectious, superhero
  Join the madhouse, where the walls are made of stone
  An asylum we call home.
    I found you in this crazy world, crazy world, crazy world, I found something
  Never had, hold me, squeeze me, cos it's all I've ever wanted to do
  Theres no time, like now, they're coming to take you away.....
    You're pyshco, I'm an odd one
  It's elementary, Dr Watson
  And I'm grateful, for thr noise upstairs goes on and on and on....
  Am I mad or just stupid, just stupid
  I'll cut your hair off, for cupid
  Join the madhouse, where the walls are made of stone
  An asylum we call home.
  Everytime, you move away, it feels like, no way
  there are times, when you're away, it feels like
    You're pyshco, I'm an odd one
  It's elementary, Dr Watson
  And I'm grateful, for thr noise upstairs goes on and on and on....
  Am I mad or just stupid, you're a weirdo
  Infectious, superhero
  Join the madhouse, where the walls are made of stone
  An asylum we call home.
  I'm a pyscho, you're a weirdo, I'm a pyscho, you're a weirdo
  I'm a pyscho........