"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 nineteenth nervous breakdown."