My whole life's scattered in the streets
Along with my furniture and the sheets
The remains of something sweet

You thought I was down
But I'm on my feet
I'm older and now I can take the heat
It's a dance to a different beat

I don't need no girlfriend to make me sane again
I need a psychiatrist
And a prescription list

There's a talk around the town
About a smile that turned to a frown
Well, I'm sorry to let you down

My head is higher than the sun
I feel the battle has been won
I chased your ghosts on the run

I don't need no girlfriend to make me sane again
I need a psychiatrist
And a stranger's kiss

I don't need no girlfriend to make me sane again
I need a psychiatrist
And a boxer's fist

(How sweet the victory...)

I don't need no girlfriend to make me sane again
I need a psychiatrist
And a prescription list

I don't need no girlfriend to make me sane again
I need a psychiatrist
And a stranger's kiss