Lyrics:

The girls won't touch me 'cause I got a misdirection,
And livin' at night isn't helpin my complexion
The signs all say it's a social infection
A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection

Mom threw me out till I get some pants that fit
She just don't approve of my strange kind of wit
I get so excited I always gotta lose it,
Then they pack me off and make me take the cure
But I don't need a cure,
Don't need a cure
Don't need a cure,
Need a final solution

Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction
Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction
It seems I'm the victim of natural selection,
Or maybe just another slide in another direction
I don't need a cure,
Don't need a cure
Don't need a cure,
Need a final solution

Solution!