Hell, I think I’m going off o’ the meds
prescribed for things going on in my head.
I have two poles, its true.
I’m not Stu when I’m Lou.
I need drugs so badly,
but I’m ditching all the pharmaceu’s.

Yes, I think I’m going off o’ my meds:
Halidol and Thorazine I will shed;
I’ll be Lou, also Stu.

I cease sleep and snoring
then head for the bathroom
and see that my streams split when I piss.

Off o’ my meds—first I’m Stu,
off o’ my meds—then I’m Lou.
Off o’ my meds: day-and-night
trope explains my dual plight.

Doc don’t think I’m OK—
thus the meds mart.
Polarity’s bi. . .more than one guy;
I’ve got a headpart.

So I think I’m going off o’ my meds.
Yes, we think we’re going off of our meds.
Going off of our meds, Lou and Stu,
off of our med, both we two.
Off of our meds, then we fight
Stu’s wrong, but Lou’s right.
Meds away, testy day.