Hyperactive – Thomas dolby

At the tender age of three
I was hooked to a machine
Just to keep my mouth from spouting junk.
Ha! Must have took me for a fool
When they chucked me out of school
‘Cause the teacher knew I had the funk.
But tonight I’m on the edge –
Fellas, shut me in the fridge
‘Cause I’m burning up! (I’m burning up.)
With the vision in my brain
And the music in my veins
And the dirty rhythm in my blood!

They are messing with my heart…
And they’re messing with my heart
And they’re messing with my heart
Won’t stop messing with my… ohh!
Ripping me apart!

Hyperactive: when I’m small
Hyperactive: now I’m grown
Hyperactive: and the night is young
(And in a minute I’ll blow!)