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P.M.S., I just can't take it, it's like an earthquake It takes over her emotions and then breaks it P is for Pre, M is for Menstrual intervening The final S has a lot of different meanings They call it Syndrome but the women say another thing They often say that it stands for Suffering But from a male point of view it seems that this will never quit We say it simply stands for Shit, bust it Ya ever met a girl you wanna take out on a date? You get her name and number then go pick her up at 8 You both have fun so you don't want this night with her to end Then when it does you're makin' plans to go see her again You're not expecting B to the I to the T to the C to the H But when she opens up the door she slaps you in the face 'Cause you were just a minute late she flips and thinks you're cheatin' Looks down at your groin then procedes to kick it How many guys out there have been through what I just explained? You're nice to her but go home in excruciating pain? Well if you have that's P.M.S. and you're now down with it But if you haven't stay away from it [Chorus] Ya down wit' P.M.S.? Yeah you know us! Ya down wit' P.M.S.? Yeah you know us! Ya down wit' P.M.S.? Yeah you know us! Who's down wit' P.M.S.? Every last one of us! Songtexte Often ladies with P.M.S go on a rampage You bes' get out of their way before you get damaged Bug it's normal, the calm that comes right before the storm Just like a werewolf, every month they transform I won't get into that, I'll play it sorta wise but Ya know what bothers me? Hmmm, advertisements Here she comes again... (scream)... get the hell Away from me, now tell me exactly Have you ever watched a tv show you like and then an ad comes on You're watchin' football and the ad is for a new tampon Or see a mother and a daughter say they feel fresh You'd think the guy was havin' trouble with his P.M.S Do these commercials hit their mark? Ya know I kinda doubt it When guys watch football, P.M.S., don't wanna hear about it It's like the Hair Club ads you see on the Headbanger's Ball The kids who watch that have got hair that stretches wall to wall If you agree with me and are stick of this I wanna know Say "P.M.S." ("P.M.S!") get off my TV show! Now when you say it say it loud and get your point accross You're now down with a discharge [Chorus] Life, P.M.S. and me, I met a girlie who was sweet But she turned me into pulvarized meat It was the third time I saw her when all the trouble started She tried to kill me in my very own apartment, bust it I don't know how it happened but she said I hurt her feelings And then the next thing that I knew she threw me through the ceiling She grabbed a sledgehammer and then she came right after me She made me feel liek the writer trapped in Misery I tried to leave but couldn't leave because of what she'd do She dragged me up atop the stairs and down the stairs I flew She said I shouldn't come to visit when she's P.M.S.-ed She never told me when it happened so I missed my guess I didn't know this girl had cramps that didn't want to quit She backed me up against the wall and then she hit and hit That's rule #1 when this P.M.S. makes her a beast Just stay the hell away and you may get out in one piece Pathetic isn't it I wish that I'd be missin' it But I'm always at home when P.M.S. comes over visitin' This is the way that it's always been Oh my God here comes P.M.S. again [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania