Verse: 
A                                    D 
My brain is working overtime. I need something to ease my mind 
    Bm                         G 
And as my thoughts go manic, I really start to panic. 
F#m                        E 
There's no place to hide behind. 
   A                             D 
I freak and then hallucinate.  I go at lights when I should wait. 
   Bm                           G 
My parents think I'm lazy, But, damn, I'm going crazy. 
  F#m                  E                                            
I can't help my mental state.  


[Refrão]

                            D 
(Pick it up, ya'll, pick it up) 
       A                  D      A 
Ooh-la-la (he's trippin') La-dee-dah (mental slippin') 
D          A                E 
Take these brains out of my way.  

Verse: 
  A                             D 
I work into a frenzied clip.  I bite the corners of my lip. 
    Bm                      G 
I'm losin' my appetite.  My pants don't even fit right. 
F#m                     E                                       
Take away the month-old dip, (Pick it up, ya'll)  
   A                                    D 
My hair could start a bowl cut fad, the state of my attire is sad. 
    Bm                      G                      F#m                  E 
And if I was run over, by a brand new Range Rover, Hey, I'd actually be glad. 


[Refrão]
 
                            D 
(Pick it up, ya'll, pick it up) 
       A                  D      A 
Ooh-la-la (he's trippin') La-dee-dah (mental slippin') 
D          A                E 
Take these brains out of my way.  
D                        A       D                      A 
   Do you really want me down?       Do you really want me? 
D                        A       D                       A 
   Do you really want me down?      Cause I'm waiting to see. 

Solo: D A A D D Bm G F#m E 

Verse: 
A                                    D 
My brain is working overtime. I need something to ease my mind 
    Bm                         G 
And as my thoughts go manic, I really start to panic. 
F#m                        E 
There's no place to hide behind. 


[Refrão]

                            D 
(Pick it up, ya'll, pick it up) 
       A                  D      A 
Ooh-la-la (he's trippin') La-dee-dah (mental slippin') 
D          A                E        D 
Take these brains out of my way.                   (Repeat Chorus)