I'm bugged, I'm bugged

I wake up in a cold sweat and I run into the street
And just like in my nightmare they are jiggling at my feet
I take a dead man's lighter and I burn them to the floor
But where there was a dozen there are now a hundred more

I'm bugged, you all look like insects
In your brand new sun specs
I'm bugged, I'm bugged

I drop a little note through my sympathetics door
I think I'm going ga ga, I just can't take anymore
At first I see 'em swarming from a dark and midnight nest
And when I see 'em fiddling, well, I think you've guessed the rest

I'm bugged, you all look like insects
In your brand new sun specs
I'm bugged, I'm bugged
I'm bugged, I'm bugged