Pete and Tim's page for Jerks and their Mothers
(Lyrics for "You Drive Me Crazy")

There are a lot of people out there in the world who think N'Sync is the greatest band in the world. Now, Pete and I are not one of these persons. We do not love N'Sync. We do not want to have Justin's baby. Oh, no. We're Backstreet Boys fans. YEAH! Backstreet Boys!!! I love you Jonny! But we like N'Sync ok. Anyway, here's our most favorite N'Sync song.  Backstreet Boys, Alright!!!!

I'm feeling weak, I can not sleep
Ok... I think that here Justin (Who is singing this line) wants us to realize that he is nothing but a big wuss who's tortured day and night by the idea that maybe, someday Pete and Tim will find him and kick his ass. We're on to you Justin.
My heart is burning, I feel cold down to my feet
Sounds like he's coming down with something. A burning heart, cold chills running the  down length of the body... Sounds to me like the latter stages of Syphilis.
I want to yell, somebody help.
I got yer medicine right here. It's my fist. You know... My fist, your face. I'm going to punch you. In the face. Because. I. Don't. Like. You. Much.
Is there a cure for what I've got? Somebody tell me.
Is there a cure for Syphilis? Sure. It's called blood letting.

Chorus

I need your loving face.
Loving face? I think he's talking about a blow job... What a jerk.
I need your sweet embrace.
Loving face, Sweet embrace... He's in the later stages of Syphilis, he knows that any moment his heart could give out. So, he's begging his girl for one last sexual encounter. Sad, isn't it. I bet you once thought this song was romantic... Well, it isn't.
'Cause you are my only medicine.
All he has left is sex. It's the same way with a lot of us, but most of us arn't dying of syphilis.
You drive me crazy. Why are you messin' with my mind?
It's a known fact that Syphilis attacks the innner recesses of the brain causing those infected to lose their minds.
You drive me crazy. Why are you tellin all these lies?
Poor guy. He's delusional. He thinks everyone hates him because his girlfriend is bashing him behind his back, but people really hate him because he sings trite songs about Syphilis. Also, he has chancres on his face.
You drive me crazy. Stop doing all these things to me.
More delusional paranoia.
You drive me crazy. Cause all I want is to be free.
Uhhh? He wants to be with her... he doesn't want to be with her. What's going on here? Damn you Justin, and Damn your crappy Syphilis song! I hope you  never get a "loving face" again!
End Chorus

You're on my mind, I'm so uptight.
Fine. Whatever. I friggin hate it when people with Syphilis write music. I really do.
I feel sensations from my head down to my spine.
I hope that you're all dead by the end of the song.
Goin' insane, can't stand the pain!
Oh my God! Will you shut up? Just shut up you little babies. You all make me sick. Just die.
Is my condition permanent, somebody tell me.
Yes. Yes it is. You're an idiot.

Back to the Chorus.

24/7 you're on my mind. Im goin' crazy.
Me too. I don't know how much longer I can listen to this song, people. You better thank me for this sacrifice.  Hi, Pete here.  I just wanted to break in to mention that anyone who uses "24/7" will be thought of 20 years from now the same way we think of idiots who used "peachy-keen" and "swell" in the 50's.  Serves them right.
You are the cure and you know but you don't care.
Nobody cares! No one. This whole translation thing has really just become me yelling at N'Sync's lyrics... Damn you N'Sync! Your Lyrics are too boring to translate.
Girl, you're drivin' me insane.
I wish she was drivin' you off a cliff. That's where I wish she was drivin' you.

Here some Rapper jumps in and gives the song a little EDGE.

You can say what you want to, do what you want to.
As long as you love me. Girl, I won't front you.
You're the sweetest thing.
Lemme be your man. Lemme hold you hand.
Or... Lemme be your friend.
Meanwhile we'll set the house up on the hill.
Girl, as you know it's all about the dollar bill.
Girl, I'll treat ya like a queen, like a lady.
Check out your clothes.
You drive me crazy.

I wrote a little rap of my own that I think goes hand in hand with N'Sync's rap.

I'll let you do what you like. You can even ride on my huffy bike.
But you best put out, Girl. I want you to make my toes curl.
I promise I wont pimp you out.
Cause you're way too sexy for my friends.
So let's go out. Why not? Ok, we can just be friends.
Remember that I'm way rich. And I would love to base our relationship on my money.
Girl, I'll hook you up like God hooked the Isrealites up....milk and honey. It ain't funny.
Check out your clothes.
I have Syphilis.

Back To Chorus

And that's it. That's the end of the song.
One last interjection by Pete:  Bwa ha ha!  How'd we get so damned funny, Tim?  Especially you, though.  You made me urinate where I'm sitting, you jerk.