(One, two, three, four) You're a basketcase, and I never thought I'd find that attractive But you're beautiful, except for when you're shallow when inactive Oh, this can't be real, this can't be what I really feel I'm freaking out, writing my royal mind with the stupid shit you talk about? You're a basketcase and I never thought I'd find that appealing But I'm smitten with the idiotic adventures I'm reading Oh, what the heck, you're not ashamed to act that way I feel so free, 'cause you are the perfect match for the ugly narcissist in me We got a lot to talk about, a lotta me and a lotta you, too true What else is there to talk about? It's not like thеre's important work to do Maybe if you tried helping somеone for a while You'd get less freaking crazy, and you'd kiss me with a smile Should be a while You're a basketcase, and it makes me kinda wanna be you 'Cause I'm seeing double in the looking glass that I'm supposed to see through Oh, I've had enough, so don't forget I'm not enough I'm just insane, I've got a contagious basketcaseness inside my brain