Pity you   You're tellin' me you got a problem   A dirty sort of contraction   A mindless kind of reaction   You never get no satisfaction      Pity you   I know you really got a problem   A nasty kind of reflection   A dangerous sort of destruction      It makes it difficult   Makes it hard to read   Takes it all away   From what you had in mind      Yeah yeah yeah      Here's to you   I know you really got a problem, problem   A nervous kind of distraction, distraction   A mindless sort of reaction, reaction   A nasty sort of contraction, contraction   You never get no satisfaction, faction      But there's some big fat points   That you seem to be missin'   And it's drivin' you to destruction      That doesn't seem   to stop you at your feet   To halt this obsession   Got you jumpin' on back   Week after week, week after week   Day after day, day after day   Hour after hour, hour after hour   the way you came   More of the same, yeah yeah