I'm a regular guy but there's these little things
They're called ticks and they make me do things
I yell profanities, I slap, I punch
My heads spasms hard and I spill my lunch
Holding back ticks in the end never works
Eventually I explode and then I start to jerk
And then I sing
I've got Tourettes
I've got Tourettes
I've got Tourettes
I'm glad to meet you
You can't catch it from me, it don't work that way
I quit apologizing for things I say
It's not like I try, I don't want to be this way
Sometimes I hit myself so hard that I'm so for days
Holding back ticks in the end never works
Eventually I explode and then I start to jerk
And then I sing
I've got Tourettes
I've got Tourettes
I've got Tourettes
I'm glad to meet you
I just want to be the same as you
Happy and healthy and not all black and blue
But there's nothing I can do
Children laugh at me and I understand why
I tell jokes so I don't cry
Get a load of me I can curse at school
And if your my friend I will curse at you
Holding back ticks in the end never works
Eventually I explode then I start to jerk
And then I sing
I've got Tourettes
I've got Tourettes
I've got Tourettes
I'm glad to meet you
Shake my hand