I'm strapped into my bed, electrodes in my head
My nerves are really bad, it's the best time I ever had
I'm a sick boy and there's no cure
I'm a sick boy, there should be more
But I'm happy the way I am, like a sardine in a can
People taking notes, people in white coats
I see school girls everywhere, short skirts and pigtailed hair
But why must I suffer, for being a gymslip lover ?