Dis one goes out to all me homies in da Sectioned Ward of Graylands Psychiatric Hospital
Dey can strap me down; dey can put me in pyjamas
But in me mind, I is surfing da Bahamas
Got me solid gold tooth, and me picture of Obama
You can violate me rights; but don’t you disrespect me mama
At ten to nine dey come around to medicate me
Dey all smile and nod, but dat just f*ckn irritates me
Say day want to make me well, but what dey want, is to sedate me
If ya wanna see me happy doctor… why don’t you fellate me?
Chorus
It’s rehab time in da sectioned ward
Spent my life workin hard, now I get my reward
Dis place makes me glad dat I hasn’t been cured
It’s rehab time in da sectioned ward
Let me tell ya’ll a story bout me main man, Lorenzo
Couldn’t sleep for three months, then he hooked himself on benzos
Lost his job, n his house, n his wife, n his friends, so
E says can I moves in wit you, I said, well dat depends, yo…
Can ya cook, can ya clean, can ya scrub me decks?
Can ya mop, can ya shop, can ya rub me necks?
If ya make forty quid, then ya gotta give me twenty
I don’t mean to be a prick, but I is got ta pay da rent-y
E took a step back, and he said, ‘Me Gawd’,
I tink I take me chances in da f*ckn sectioned ward
Chorus
Yo
It’s rehab time in da sectioned ward
Gots ta share me room, cause I ain’t insured
I’d be havin a blast, if I weren’t so bored
It’s rehab time in da sectioned ward
At alf past one it’s time for psychotherapy
It’s session ninety-seven, n I still don’t tink it’s helpn’ me
Me therapist looks like Kermit da Frog
He is got big bulging eyes, and no ‘air on his nog
He says, I is really feelin’ like we is making some progress
I said, how ya figure doc, cause I is actually feelin’ mo’ stressed
Mo depressed; mo regressed; got dis pain in me chest
Feels like I is only days away from cardiac arrest
But I is feelin’ so much better cause you said we is makin progress
He says, ya know ya really should try some positive thinkin'
I said, it’s easy for you doc – ya body ain’t dissolving and ya mind ain’t f*ckn’ shrinkin’
Chorus
It’s rehab time in da sectioned ward
Can’t wait to be assessed by da medical board
Dey say it won’t be long before I is fully restored
It’s rehab time in da sectioned ward
Dey can strap me down; dey can put me in pyjamas
But in me mind, I is surfing da Bahamas
Got me solid gold tooth, and me picture of Obama
You can violate me rights; but don’t you disrespect me mama
At ten to nine dey come around to medicate me
Dey all smile and nod, but dat just f*ckn irritates me
Say day want to make me well, but what dey want, is to sedate me
If ya wanna see me happy doctor… why don’t you fellate me?
Chorus
It’s rehab time in da sectioned ward
Spent my life workin hard, now I get my reward
Dis place makes me glad dat I hasn’t been cured
It’s rehab time in da sectioned ward
Let me tell ya’ll a story bout me main man, Lorenzo
Couldn’t sleep for three months, then he hooked himself on benzos
Lost his job, n his house, n his wife, n his friends, so
E says can I moves in wit you, I said, well dat depends, yo…
Can ya cook, can ya clean, can ya scrub me decks?
Can ya mop, can ya shop, can ya rub me necks?
If ya make forty quid, then ya gotta give me twenty
I don’t mean to be a prick, but I is got ta pay da rent-y
E took a step back, and he said, ‘Me Gawd’,
I tink I take me chances in da f*ckn sectioned ward
Chorus
Yo
It’s rehab time in da sectioned ward
Gots ta share me room, cause I ain’t insured
I’d be havin a blast, if I weren’t so bored
It’s rehab time in da sectioned ward
At alf past one it’s time for psychotherapy
It’s session ninety-seven, n I still don’t tink it’s helpn’ me
Me therapist looks like Kermit da Frog
He is got big bulging eyes, and no ‘air on his nog
He says, I is really feelin’ like we is making some progress
I said, how ya figure doc, cause I is actually feelin’ mo’ stressed
Mo depressed; mo regressed; got dis pain in me chest
Feels like I is only days away from cardiac arrest
But I is feelin’ so much better cause you said we is makin progress
He says, ya know ya really should try some positive thinkin'
I said, it’s easy for you doc – ya body ain’t dissolving and ya mind ain’t f*ckn’ shrinkin’
Chorus
It’s rehab time in da sectioned ward
Can’t wait to be assessed by da medical board
Dey say it won’t be long before I is fully restored
It’s rehab time in da sectioned ward