[V1]
I was driving last summer through the Lone Star State
When I guess I was goin' too fast
The trooper was asking me all kindsa questions about my
history and of my past
You could tell I wasn't sayin' what he wanted to hear
He kept lookin' at me like he thought I was queer
Then he finally asked...
"What state are you from, anyway?"
[Chorus]
I'm from the state Insanity, Confusion,
Slightly Illusioned
And I probably should be committed
Coz I'm also from Schizo, Paraonia
Just south of the border
of Slightly Neurotic and Crazed
You might catch me on a good day and I'll tell you I'm fine
But really it's nothing but a well-disguised lie
I'm on the edge about and about to go off
I'm from the state of Confusion
[V2]
When I showed up to court I was shackled and chained
And the officer said that I'm slightly deranged
"This man's manic depressive, compulsive-obsessive
And he shouldn't be walkin' the streets."
So then I told 'em that "I wasn't walkin', nor drivin' while talkin,
at least not to anyone else
And I shouldn't be judged just because I'm not your average guy
Is it a crime to converse with your self?"
The judge didn't think I was funny at all,
and he told me that I was guilty
As I walked out the door of his hillbilly courtroom
he grabbed my shoulder and asked me
"Boy, what state are you from, anyway?"
[Chorus]
[V3]
Now I've a nice little apartment that I share with my friends
And the men with white coats give us drugs
And I've got a girlfriend who plays with Raggedy-Ann
A horny ol' nurse who gives naked hugs
They say we're all normal but they won't let us go
Because society thinks that we're freaks
We get to talk to the people outside
About every couple of weeks
And they always ask... "What state are you FROM, anyway?!"
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