When I was younger
they said I had problem.
The doctor diagnosed that there were two of me.
I asked myself:
"Do I have a problem?",
" . . . was it something that I could not see?"
I asked myself,
but we disagreed.

Didden-diddy-do-baa-dum-baa
Ew-we
Yidden-diddy-do-baa-dum-daa

When I’m bad I stand in the corner

Do we ew
Do do we do
Do we do
Do do we do

It wasn’t long after
He gave me my prescription:
Six long weeks turned to half a year.
But the doctor’s sure.
He thinks he’s found a cure.
Just a little longer should take care of me.
Just so long as I can pay his fee.

Didden-diddy-do-baa-dum-waa
Ew-we
I need a frontal lobotomy.

When I’m bad, I'll stand in the corner.
When I’m bad, I take a little more,
When I’m bad, I stand in corner.
There taken me away from . . .
my self-esteem is suffering now.

Oh we ew
Oh oh we ew
Did we ew
To who we ew

And now that I’m old
And a lot less bold,
The doctor said I’m cured
And sent me on my way.
So I asked myself:
“Did he lick the problem?”
“Did he kill the voices deep in me?”
So many voices saying let me free.

Didden-diddy-do-baa-dum-daa
Ew-we
I need a bottle in front of me.

And the flame of my youth
burned as bright as the sun.
But the brilliance was lost in the haze.
They couldn’t see my father’s son.

I had to rise above the ruse.
I was taught that I would always lose.