I’m ElectroBoy, and I’m 31; manic-depressant — as you’ll see
No one knew for about ten years what the hell was wrong with me
I was a film major up at Wesleyan; got a great job in PR
My fiancé knew I was going far
It was April 16, ‘95 in a Barney’s outlet store
Next thing I know I’m flopping like a fish on the men’s department floor
When I came to I was all strapped in looking at this team of docs
My medicine? 200 volts of shock
And the Doc said…
You put your big head in
You put your big head out
You put your big head in
And you shake it all about
You do the hokey pokey
And you turn yourself around
That’s what it’s all about
About a half day later I woke up; I swear I didn’t know my name
This thick Jamaican nurse said, “ElectroBoy, you’re never gonna be the same”
19 times I went in there, I’d come out squeaky clean
My memory’s shot – but I’m one well-oiled machine
You put your big head in…
It’s been a year since I’ve been back; my Doc says I’ve been cured
I strangely miss the treatments; I know it seems absurd
I’ve got a job in Maine and my new girlfriend doesn’t have a frigging clue
Maybe she’ll always think I’m just as good as new
Music and Lyrics by Jimmy Dunne
