[Intro]
| E Esus4  E |x4

[Strophe]
           E 
You're the kind of person you meet at certain dismal dull affairs. 
  
Center of a crowd, talking much too loud, running up and down the stairs. 
         A 
Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years. 
    E 
And though you've tried you just can't hide, your eyes are edged with tears.
[Refrain]
           B     Bsus4  B  Bsus4  B 
You better stop, 
      A     Asus4 
look around 
        E                             A 
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes 
     E 
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown.
[Strophe]
         E 
When you were a child, you were treated kind, but you were never brought up right. 
  
You were always spoiled with a thousand toys, but still you cried all night. 
     A 
Your mother who neglected you, owes a million dollars tax. 
         E 
And your father's still perfecting ways of making ceiling wax.
[Refrain]
           B     Bsus4  B  Bsus4  B 
You better stop, 
      A       Asus4 
look around 
        E                             A 
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes 
     E 
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown.
[Pont]
B 
Oh, who's to blame,  
     E 
That girl's just insane. 
     A 
Well nothing I do don't seem to work, 
   B                                    E 
it only seems to make matters worse, oh please.
[Strophe]
         E 
You were still in school, when you had that fool, who really messed your mind. 
  
And after that you turned your back on treating people kind. 
   A 
On our first trip, I tried so hard to rearrange your mind. 
    E 
But after a while I realized you were disarranging mine.
[Pont]
           B     Bsus4  B  Bsus4  B 
You better stop, 
      A      Asus4 
look around 
        E                             A 
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes 
     E 
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown.
[Instrumentale]
| E 
| E Esus4 E |x4
[Pont]
B 
Oh, who's to blame,  
     E 
That girl's just insane. 
     A 
Well nothing I do don't seem to work, 
   B                                    E 
it only seems to make matters worse, oh please.
[Strophe]
         E 
When you were a child, you were treated kind, but you were never brought up right. 
  
You were always spoiled with a thousand toys, but still you cried all night. 
     A 
Your mother who neglected you, owes a million dollars tax. 
         E 
And your father's still perfecting ways of making ceiling wax.
[Pont]
           B     Bsus4  B  Bsus4  B 
You better stop, 
      A      Asus4 
look around 
 
E
...
[Outro]
        E 
Here it comes,  
     E 
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown. 
     E 
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown 
     E 
Here comes your ninetee th nervous breakdown 
     E 
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown..