"Stress" as written by and Salvatore P. Erna....
I'm addicted to stress, that's the way that I get things done,
If I'm not under pressure then I sleep too long,
And I hang around like a bum,

I think I'm goin' nowhere, and that makes me nervous.
Everybody's out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody's out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody's out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody's thinkin' 'bout me!

It's the little things that get you,
It's the little things that get you when you work in addiction.
It's the little things that get you,
It's the little things that get you,
It's the little things that get you when you work in addiction.

I'm tryin' to cut down on my caffeine consumption,
So when I get up, I just have one cup of coffee,
And I like to have another cup of coffee with my breakfast,
And on my way to work, I like to get a cup of coffee.
Like the kind of cup of coffee that you get with the doughnuts,
But I never get the doughnut, I just have the cup of coffee.
And when I get to work, I like to have a cup of coffee,
'cause I like to have coffee when I'm talkin' on the phone,
But it usually goes cold, and you need to get another cup of coffee,
And it's lunch, and I have an espresso.
And when I get back, it's not morning anymore,
So I have a diet cola, and another diet cola,
By then I'm feelin' fine, and I'm feelin' pretty sharp,
And I'm feelin' pretty wired and I'm getting things done.
But right about two I get this little tiny migraine.
It starts with my eyes, and moves to the back of my neck,
And moves to the bottom of my spine,
But it doesn't get there until five or six o'clock,
Which is the end of the day,

So I'm fine,
So I'm fine,
So I'm fine,
So I'm fine,
So I'm fine,

Except when I have to work late,
When I have to work late, which I usually do,
I'm addicted to stress, that's the way that I get things done,
If I'm not under pressure then I sleep too long,
And I hang around like a bum, and I think I'm goin' nowhere and that makes me nervous.

Everybody's out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody's out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody's out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody's thinkin' 'bout me!
Hey, how you doin'?

Lookin' good!
You been workin' out?
Yeah, I can tell.
Alright, see you later!
I love to work, I love to run, I love to play real hard.
I love to steal little things from the grocery store,
Like a piece of bubble gum, or sometimes I just stick my thumb in a peach,
And leave it there.
I love to work, I love to run, I love to waterski, snowboard, jetski, skydive, parasail, hang-glide, roller-blade, mountain-bike, bungee-jump...
Well, I mean, I'd love to do these things,
If I ever had the time.

I love to work, I love to work, I love to work out after work,
I'd love to spend a little time with this woman I'm seeing,
Except, uh, we never really get any time to spend together,
So, we call eachother up, and we talk about work.
But what I think I'd really love is to get up by myself,
On a little tiny island, in the middle of the ocean,
With just me, and a book, and a cellular phone,
And a personal computer in case something came up.
And I could eat, and I'd drink, and I'd run and I'd sleep,
And I wouldn't do nothin' except swim all day,
Except, ya know, my beeper doesn't work under water,

Where there are sharks!
Where there are sharks!!
Where there are sharks!!!
And there's this kind of anemone that sticks in your foot,
And the poisen goes up to your brain,
And you die!
And sand fleas!
Sand fleas!! yuck!!

But, actually I think it'd be really relaxing,
Just to be by myself, in the middle of the ocean,
And that's what I'd really love to do, more than anything else,
Except, I'd probably hate it.
I'm addicted to stress, that's the way that I get things done,
If I'm not under pressure then I sleep too long,
And I hang around like a bum,
I think I'm goin' nowhere, and that makes me nervous.
Everybody's out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody's out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody's out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody's thinkin' 'bout me!
But I feel alright.
Everybody's out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody's out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody's thinkin' 'bout me!
But I feel alright.
Everybody's out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody's out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody,
Everybody,
Everybody,
Everybody,
Everybody,
Everybody,
Everybody,
Everybody,
Everybody,
Everybody's out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody's thinkin' 'bout me!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Everybody's thinkin' 'bout me!


Lyrics submitted by Karma330

"Stress" as written by Salvatore P. Erna

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    General CommentWhat does he mean by "Everybody is out to get me"?
    BobJohnsonon April 08, 2010   Link
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    General CommentFriday afternoon. 4:45 pm. Scream this song at the top of your lungs.
    TheSneakyWaffleon September 18, 2004   Link
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    General CommentThe meaning of this song seems pretty straight forward. It's a great song, and really hits the nail on the head on the subject of daily life for some of us. I know I can empathize with alot of what he talks about.
    Zekon September 02, 2006   Link
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    General CommentI love this song, it's a lot of fun. It certainly demonstrates what a stress-filled world we live in.
    agent_megon July 05, 2007   Link
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    General Comment"anenome" It's that underwater sessile animal that looks like a flower.
    Letmeinon March 16, 2011   Link
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    General CommentIt's about the stress of our world, thank god for Jim sterling
    Cmantwon June 07, 2017   Link

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