I gotta get out of this place
I’ve got this feeling all around me yeah
I’ve got to escape
‘Cause I know you can’t stand me yeah
Jetting round the sunny Caribbean
Or the shores of Andalusia
The chintz of the manor is bound to inspire
An automatic nausea
Wherever you are, could be there
There you go, now you know
You’re losing your mind
There you go, told you so
You’re losing your mind
Losing your mind
Yes you’re losing your mind
I’ve got to resist ‘cause I know you can’t stand me yeah
I can’t help that I exist but I know you can’t stand me yeah
Jetting round the sunny Caribbean
Or the shores of Andalusia
And I know it’s bound to inspire
A certain kind of nausea
Wherever you are, could be there
The rain falls hard on your dead end street
You don’t get nothing except the people you meet
You got no reason except pain and regret
You’re looking for something
And you haven’t found it yet
But that’s fair enough
There you go, now you know
You’re losing your mind
There you go, told you so
You’re losing your mind
Losing your mind
Yes you’re losing your mind
And I’m not losing mine