Awwwwwwwwwwwww...

All the way back in history,
how a girl thinks is a mystery.
We spend our lives crusin' the bars;
the venus girls and the men from mars.

So in all this time did you ever think,
do the girls see red when a man sees pink?
If your best lovin' is in the past,
cause your somewhere slow is nowhere fast.

You're outta your head.
(Yeah!)
So outta your head.
(Yeah!)
Stay outta your head...
You'll never get her with it cause you're so without it...
You're outta your head.
(Yeah!)
So outta your head.
(Yeah!)
Stay outta your head...

(Somewhere...Somewhere, underneath the rainbow...)

Awwwwwwwwwwwww...

Bricka-Bracka, firecracker, sis-boom-ba!
Here comes trouble in a push-up bra.
Your style is sharp as a carpet tack,
but you're outta your box and you're way off track.

Now, you could moderate on the mental binge.
Your catastrophe is of a lunatic fringe.
It's good for the gander.
It's tit for tat.
You say it's all good, but it's more than that.

You're outta your head.
(Yeah!)
So outta your head.
(Yeah!)
Stay outta your head...
You'll never get her with it cause you're so without it...
You're outta your head.
(Yeah!)
So outta your head.
(Yeah!)
Stay outta your head...

So in all this did you ever think...
Think...
Think...
Think...
Think...

You're outta your head.
(Yeah!)
So outta your head.
(Yeah!)
Stay outta your head...
You'll never get her with it cause you're so without it...
You're outta your head.
(Yeah!)
So outta your head.
(So outta your head!)
Stay outta your head...
(Stay outta your head!)
Out of your head!
Stay outta your head!
Stay outta your head!

You'll never get her with it cause you're so without it...

You're outta your head.
(Yeah!)
So outta your head.
(Yeah!)
Stay outta your head!

(Somewhere...Somewhere, underneath the rainbow...)
(Somewhere...Somewhere, underneath the rainbow...)
(Somewhere...Somewhere, underneath the rainbow...)