Skankin' Pickle Anxiety Attack Lyrics

Two, three, four!

Problems in your mind that keep coming up again
You want a clear mind but you're unable to accept it
Want to find excuses or maybe it's the best thing
You can never stray along like that jolly fat man
Thinking of the future, is it really that important
To say "Hey, I must be just like him"?
I want to do the right things and make others happy
But is this really the thing for me?

And I think I'm becoming a Republican
And I think I like the way Dan Quayle looks
But in fact I'm having an anxiety attack!

Two, three, four!

Get up on the go, am I happy with my doings?
Man should be content that everything's not hurry,
hurry
Hear the news, mans is shot, child in the street
DC-10 falls to the ground, did I bring my will with me?
In love, am I supposed to be as happy as they say?
'Cause if I am then love is not for me
You've got to run, you've got to hide or the pressure
will get you
And soon you will be just like me And I think I'm becoming a Republican
And I think I like the way Dan Quayle looks
But in fact I'm having an anxiety attack!

Two, three, four!

In with the good times and out with the hard times
No hard times in my life, no hard times for me
One, two, one two three four, I'm not Mr. Super
Hardcore
There's an anger inside of me that's ready to explode
Noise, noise, noise, that's all I hear is noise
American troops in a Noriega spoof
No, I am not Bob Marley, Bruce Lee or Cheryl Tiegs
I am just an Oriental who likes to scream anxiety

And I think I'm becoming a Republican
And I think I like the way Dan Quayle looks
But in fact I'm having an anxiety attack!

He's having a!
An anxiety attack!
He's having a!
An anxiety attack!
He's having a!
An anxiety attack!
He's having a!
An anxiety attack!
An anxiety attack!
An anxiety attack!

ATTACK!