I went off to the doctors for the open plan surgery  He said I just can't believe what's lying here in front of me  It looks like what you couldn't drink you'd just have to smoke  You've been living in a frying pan, what you need is health  So I burgled a few houses took the candy from the baby  In search of the prescription that was driving me crazy  The policeman turned the corner looking down at me  The judge said I hope to God that you're sorry  You need help, that's what you need  You need help, can't get it from me  You need help, something you got or you ain't  You need help  So I started off my sentence in a nine foot cell  I was feeling pretty cheated, I was feeling unwell  The bunk below guy said there's one thing see  What you really need is the need to be free  You need a plan, that's what you need  You need a plan, can't get it from me  You need a plan, something you got or you ain't  You need a plan  But what I don't want is you telling me  I had the route, had the escape, I had the plan worked out  Everything I thought I'd need or thereabouts  Suddenly it's obvious, it's plain to see  That what I don't need is you telling me  Don't need your health  Don't need your help  Don't need your plan  I don't need anything  What I don't want is you telling me