Escrita por
Mick Jagger e Keith Richards, foi gravada de 3 a 8 de dezembro de
1965, nos estúdios da RCA, em Hollywood. Foi lançada em 4 de
fevereiro de 1966, em um compacto que tinha As tears go by como Lado
B.
Ficou em
número 1 na Alemanha e no Reino Unido. Número 2 na Irlanda,
Noruega, Estados Unidos nos charts pop americanos e número 32 nos
charts de R&B.
Foi escrita
durante a turnê americana de 1965 e gravada no fim dessa turnê.
Jagger criou o título da canção e depois escreveu a letra. O riff
inicial é tocado por Richards, Nos versos, Brian Jones toca a nota
de baixo derivada de Diddley Daddy, de Bo Diddley, uma grande
influencia no estilo dos Rolling Stones. Essa canção também ficou
conhecida pelo baixo bombástico de Bill Wyman.
Mick Jagger
cantou. Keith Richards tocou guitarra eletrica e fez backing vocals.
Brian Jones tocou guitarra elétrica. Bill Wyman tocou baixo e
Charlie Watts tocou bateria.
A letra:
You're the kind
of person you meet at certain dismal, dull affairs
Center of a crowd, talking much too loud, running up and down the stairs
Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years
And though you've tried you just can't hide your eyes are edged with tears
You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
When you were a child you were a treated kind
But you were never brought up right
You were always spoiled with a thousand toys but still you cried all night
Your mother who neglected you owes a million dollars tax
And your father's still perfecting ways of making sealing wax
You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Oh, who's to blame, that girl's just insane
Well, nothing I do don't seem to work
It only seems to make the matters worse. Oh, please
You were still in school when you had that fool who really messed your mind
And after that you turned your back on treating people kind
On our first trip I tried so hard to rearrange your mind
But after awhile I realized you were disarranging mine
You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Oh, who's to blame, that girl's just insane
Well, nothing I do don't seem to work
It only seems to make the matters worse. Oh, please
When you were a child you were treated kind
But you were never brought up right
You were always spoiled with a thousand toys but still you cried all night
Your mother who neglected you owes a million dollars tax
And you father's still perfecting ways of making sealing wax
You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Center of a crowd, talking much too loud, running up and down the stairs
Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years
And though you've tried you just can't hide your eyes are edged with tears
You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
When you were a child you were a treated kind
But you were never brought up right
You were always spoiled with a thousand toys but still you cried all night
Your mother who neglected you owes a million dollars tax
And your father's still perfecting ways of making sealing wax
You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Oh, who's to blame, that girl's just insane
Well, nothing I do don't seem to work
It only seems to make the matters worse. Oh, please
You were still in school when you had that fool who really messed your mind
And after that you turned your back on treating people kind
On our first trip I tried so hard to rearrange your mind
But after awhile I realized you were disarranging mine
You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Oh, who's to blame, that girl's just insane
Well, nothing I do don't seem to work
It only seems to make the matters worse. Oh, please
When you were a child you were treated kind
But you were never brought up right
You were always spoiled with a thousand toys but still you cried all night
Your mother who neglected you owes a million dollars tax
And you father's still perfecting ways of making sealing wax
You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
A versão dos
Rolling Stones:
A versão de
Jason and The Scorchers:
A dos Flamin'
Groovies:
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