[bad word] Lot Of Barley Wine 
I’m Rather High And Feeling Fine
I Go Out On On To The Street
I Knock Some [bad word] Of His Feet

I’m Mad Im’Mad Can’t Control Myself
I’m Mad Im’Mad Call Me Physco
I’m Mad I’m Mad I Had To Let Go
I’m Mad I’Mad Put Bottle In Your Face

Punk’s Are All Right When You Won’t To Fight
My Mind Is In Mental State
I Give My Self Up I’m Going Insane
I Need Help I’m Not To Blame

I’m Mad Im’Mad Can’t Control Myself
I’m Mad Im’Mad Call Me Physco
I’m Mad I’m Mad I Had To Let Go
I’m Mad Im’Mad Put Bottle In Your Face

I Want To Get Out Of Here I Want To Get Out Of Here
I Want To Get Out Of Here But The [bad word] s Won’t Let Me Out

They Lock Me Up Behind Bar’s
I’m All right Until I See The Star’s
The Guy’s With White Coat’s Start To Smile
They’re Going to Lock Me Up For Quite While

I’m Mad Im’Mad Can’t Control Myself
I’m Mad Im’Mad Call Me Physco
I’m Mad I’m Mad I Had To Let Go
I’m Mad Im’Mad Put Bottle In Your Face

(You Wont Get Me) 

I’m Mad Im’Mad Can’t Control Myself
I’m Mad Im’Mad Call Me Physco
I’m Mad I’m Mad I Had To Let Go
I’m Mad Im’Mad Put Bottle In Your Face
I’m Mad Im’Mad Knock It Out Of Place
I’m Mad Im’Mad Knock It Out Of Place
I’m Mad Im’Mad Knock It Out Of Place Woo