| I wake up and it’s 7 o’clock |
| I curl my toes then I’ll roll out of bed |
| I’m unlike all of the other guys |
| I’d rather stay home and live in my own head |
| I’m tiptoeing, what do you know |
| I’m a victim of my own escape |
| Oh no, this couldn’t be so |
| I beg to differ, I’m a sinner trying to find out who I am |
| (Ooh, ahh, ooh-ahh) |
| They call me old fashion, obsolete |
| (I keep telling them) |
| They don’t know the first damn thing about me |
| I’m tiptoeing, what do you know |
| I’m a victim of my own escape |
| Oh no, this couldn’t be so |
| I beg to differ, I’m a sinner trying to find out who I am |
| (Ooh, ahh) |
| Trying to find out who I am |
| (Ooh-ahh) |
| Trying to find out who I am |
| I’m Mr. Pain, wrapped in cellophane |
| I’m Mr. Pain, now you know my name |
| This is a sensitive zone |
| But I’m willing to give it one more |
| If music’s the meaning of life |
| Then won’t you spin me around |
| Spin me around |
| Spin me around |
| Spin me around |
| I’m Mr. Pain, wrapped in |
| Wrapped in cellophane |
| I’m Mr. Pain, now you know my name |
| You can’t hold me, you can’t hold me |
| You can’t hold me down again |
| You can’t hold me |
| You can’t hold me down again |
| (Ooh, ahh, ooh-ahh) |
| I’m Mr. Pain wrapped in cellophane |