Текст: MXPX. Prozac.

You think I'm crazy because I love you
You think I'm lost and that I'm cuckoo
I may be mental, maybe whacko too
But who needs prozac when I've got you?

You think I'm three sheets to the wind
That I should be locked in the loony bin
I may be mad, I may be psycho too
But who needs prozac when I've got you?
Who needs prozac when I've got you?

Maybe they should lock me in a padded room
I'm a special case and it's safe to assume
I may be insane, out of my mind too
But who needs prozac when I've got you?
Who needs prozac when I've got you?

You may be right
That I'm losing sight of my sanity
Or maybe you're the one who's really crazy

You think I'm crazy because I love you
You think I'm lost and that I'm cuckoo
I may be mental, maybe whacko too
But who needs prozac when I've got you?
But who needs prozac when I've got you?
Who needs prozac when I've got you?
Who needs prozac when I've got you?