I'm strapped into my bed, electrodes in my head My nerves are really bad, it's the best time I ever had I'm a sick boy and there's no cure I'm a sick boy, there should be more But I'm happy the way I am, like a sardine in a can People taking notes, people in white coats I see school girls everywhere, short skirts and pigtailed hair But why must I suffer, for being a gymslip lover ?