So many things I think about
When Charlie drives me away
Things I know -- things remembered
The phone book, A to K
The more I stray from my routine
The more upset I get
Uh oh, uh oh! Who's on first?
Is it time for Wapner yet?

Autistic rhythms -- I'm an excellent driver
And every Saturday
Dad would let me drive slow in the driveway
Autistic rhythms -- 'Course the seats were brown
Not this pitiful red
I always get eight fish sticks
But you gave me four instead

I one time counted toothpicks
As they fell on the floor
I saw two hundred forty-six
But in the box, four more
I need some more underwear
Uh oh -- uh oh, fart
Now Charlie's too mad at me
To drive me to K-Mart

Autistic rhythms -- capture my thoughts
In my notebook every day
Charlie Babbitt squeezed and pulled
And hurt my neck today
Autistic rhythms -- I got mad mind skilz
Good at counting cards
I'm an autistic savant, not just some ol' dumb retard

Autistic rhythms -- capture my thoughts
In my notebook every day
Charlie Babbitt squeezed and pulled
And hurt my neck today
Autistic rhythms -- I got mad mind skilz
Good at counting cards
I got a real nice room at the Wallbrook mental ward.