Hyperactive! - Thomas Dolby

Composed by：Thomas Dolby

Tell me about your childhood

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

'Cause they chucked me out of school

'Cause the teacher knew I had the funk

But tonight I'm on the edge

Better 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

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

And they're messing with my heart

So how long have you been having these delusions

Keep on messing with my heart

Please tell me more about your mother

Oh ripping ripping ripping ripping ripping me apart

Semaphore out on the floor

Messages from outer space

Deep heat for the feet

And the rhythm of your heartbeat

'Cause the music of the street

It isn't any rapattack

It isn't any rapattack

Rapa-rapa-rapa-tack t- t- t- t-tack

I can reach into your homes

Like an itch in your headphones

You can't turn it up

I'm the shape in your back room

I'm the breather on the phone

And I'm burning up

But there's one thing I must say

Before they lock me up again

You'd be safer at the back

When I'm having an attack

Hyperactive when I'm small

Hyperactive now I'm tall

Hyperactive as the day is long

Hyperactive in my bones

Hyperactive in your phones

Hyperactive and the night is young

Hyperactive when I'm small

Hyperactive now I'm grown

Hyperactive till I'm dead and gone

Stand up hyperactivate

Get up hyperactivate

Wise up hyperactivate

London hyperactivate

Hyperactive when I'm small

Hyperactive now I'm tall

Hyperactive as the day is long

Hyperactive in my bones

Hyperactive in your phones

Hyperactive and the night is young

Hyperactive when I'm small