Walk through here      When I've been just by myself   I start thinking too much   Unhealthy things start to happen   Like gastric disorders      I just go out walking   With my favourite piece of wood   With a 4 inch nail driven through it      When I am just by myself   I think too much   I start polishing my behaviour   Without any mercy      Somehow people   Don't seem to like me,   I don't know why,   I really don't want to hurt them      When I've been just by myself   I start thinking too much   I know I'm not talkative   What! I've become dry?    An emotional biscuit   That's nonsense!   Sir, this nail of yours is rusty   It's evil      I like them but when I hit them   They scream and run away   Even though I say I'm sorry.   I like meeting people.