The Rolling Stones Follow

(Jagger/Richards)

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 nine-teenth 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 nilne-teenth 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 nine-teenth nervous breakdown.

Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown

Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown