I’m Breaking Out

I was up all night
She said, "Now, bay-bay-bay-bay-baby, what's in your eye?"
Well, that's storm
And that's stress
And that's my mi-mi-mi-mi-migraine, I'm such a mess

I see the vultures of doom
Saying, "Dr. Frank, I presume"

When you presume, you make a pres out of you and me
I guess I can't suppress every little thing

I can't calm down
I don't know how
I'm breaking out

Don't touch
Don't probe
And lead me not into temptation, 'cause I might explode
Just don't do anything
'Cause I'm just way-way-way-way-waiting for a tragedy

Ooo-ooo, what's going on?
You don't belong

Girls can ride boys' bikes, but boys can't ride girls' bikes
Facts of Life and Diff'rent Strokes are coming on at midnight

I can't calm down
I'm breaking out
I don't know how