Artist: Green Day
Track: Basket Case

Lyrics
I really don't know where this story began
My friend Houston had got himself a girl
Swanky is her name, she's got the best of him
And he's got the best of her in the palm of their hand

And they could care less what's coming up
Sometimes the future doesn't have much luck
This wigged-out thing called love
It may get kinda rough
And they don't really mind
They're on their own

They said this has been motionless orbit flight
Around each other intoxicating their minds
Dancing in the street under suburban lights
They stumbled to the concrete without a hurt

And they could care less what's coming up
Sometimes the future doesn't have much luck
This wigged-out thing called love
It may get kinda rough
And they don't really mind
They're on their own

Love losing control
So you better hold on

As they walked together in time
Leaving all us drunks behind
This wigged-out thing called love
It may get kinda rough
But they don't really mind
They're on their own, own