How does it feel to be
One of the OCD people
Now that you keep on washing your hands
What do you need to be
And they end up looking like dish pans
It’s all your eyes can see

How does it feel to be
One of the OCD people
How often do you check the locks
Often enough to know
That you are always wearing the same socks
Nothing that doesn't show

Baby you've an itch man
Baby you've an itch man
Baby you've an itch man, too
Now that you're in, you'll obsess over what's true
What a thing to do
Baby you've an itch man
Baby you've an itch man
Baby you've an itch man, too

How does it feel to be
One of the OCD people
Lights on and off
Happy to be that way
While everyone around you scoffs
What are you going to say

Baby you've an itch man
Baby you've an itch man
Baby you've an itch man, too
Now that you're in, you'll obsess over what's true
What a thing to do
Baby, baby, you've an itch man
Baby you've an itch man
Baby you've an itch man, too (oh)
Baby you've an itch man
Baby you've an itch man (baby)
Baby you've an itch man, too
Baby you've an itch man
Baby you've an itch man
Baby you've an itch man, too