Creep

You know folks, I was talking with my honey the other day, My Pablo Honey, I said to her, I said, "Pablo Honey", I said, I said, "You go to my head, my radio-head." Ok Computer! When you were here before I couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel Your skin makes me cry You float like a feather In a beautiful world I wish I was special You're so frickin' special But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo What the heck am I doing here? I don't belong here No, no, no, no! Whatever makes you happy Whatever you want You're so very special I'll have that special But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo What the heck am I doing here? I don't belong here I'm a creep, I'm a nut-job What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here I don't belong here Fitter, happier, more productive, comfortable, Not drinking too much, a pig in a cage on antibiotics!