19th Nervous Breakdown/The Great Airplane Strike - The Rolling Stones/Paul Revere & The Raiders

19th Nervous Breakdown

You're the kind of person 

You meet at certain dismal dull affairs. 

Center of a crowd, talking much too loud 

Running up and down the stairs. 

Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years. 

And though you've tried, you just can't hide 

Your eyes are edged with tears. 

You better stop 

Look around 

Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes 

Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown. 

When you were a child 

You were treated kind 

But you were never brought up right. 

You were always spoiled with a thousand toys 

But still you cried all night. 

Your mother who neglected you 

Owes a million dollars tax. 

And your father's still perfecting ways of making sealing wax. 

You better stop, look around 

Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes 

Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown. 

Oh, who's to blame, that girl's just insane. 

Well, nothing I do don't seem to work, 

It only seems to make matters worse. Oh please. 

You were still in school 

When you had that fool 

Who really messed your mind. 

And after that you turned your back 

On treating people kind. 

On our first trip 

I tried so hard to rearrange your mind. 

But after while I realized you were disarranging mine. 

You better stop, look around 

Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes 

Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown. 

Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown 

Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown

The Great Airplane Strike

I was down in L.A. town, when our manager said "Jump"

I through my close and my saxophone in a two by four bit trunk

I pushed it to the airport and run to the ticket line

Man said "Son, you could have saves the run, 

Those airplanes just quit flyin'

The flames kept gettin' higher

The janitor come runnin' in, 

So scare his face was white

So, I explained my situation, he said "That's all right"

If I can't leave here, I just might stay

And that L.A. fly way is goin' to be my home

Next day I thought that I would leave, 

So I packed my thing again

Waited 14 hours for a taxi to come in

Spotted one that wasn't full and I threw myself in fast

The driver said "I'm sorry but this taxi's out of gas"

If I can't leave here, I just might stay

And that L.A. fly way is goin' to be my home