I'm full of myself, the lady says,
well let me fill you in.
If you were at the 'stute with me,
you're mind would be in spin.
You see, these nurses, doctors and
these gaurds who're dressed in white,
can make a guy or gal go NUTS
when daytime turns to night.
They turn the lights off here and then
they sneak up right behind
and stab you with a needle, then,
they try to steal your mind.
And pretty soon they have your head
inside this big wide vice.
You must be careful what you say.
When at the 'stute, think twice.
Well, anyway, what happens then
is not so pretty, no!
They split your mind in two, my friend,
and will not let it go.
And so you see, one part of me
hates all of me, in fact.
The other part thinks I'm just great!
That part keeps me in tact.
They call me schizoid, Thyme you knew,
they call me "double-Thyme"...
so one of me decides to write
some silly little rhyme.
We have a vacant room, my dear,
west wing right in the rear.
So, when you feel "full of yourself",
come on, join in, no fear!
Justin Thyme aka
one of us wrote this, but damned if I know which one... lemme talk to me about it