At the tender age of three

I was hooked to a machine

just to keep my mouth from spouting junk

they must have took me for a fool

when they put me in a school

'cause the teacher knew I had the funk

but tonight I'm on the edge --

better shut me in the fridge

'cause I'm burning up

with the vision in my brain

and the music in my veins

and the dirty rhythm in my blood

they are messing with my heart

and they're messing with my heart

they are messing with my heart

and they're messing with my --

ripping me apart!

hyperactive when I was small

hyperactive now I'm grown

hyperactive and the night is young

semaphore out on the floor

messages from outer space

deep heat for the feet

the rhythm of your heartbeat

'cause the music of the street,

it isn't any rapattack

I can reach into your homes

like an itch in your headphones

you can't turn it up

I'm the shape in your back room

I'm the breather on the phone

and I'm burning up

but there's one thing I must say

before they lock me up again ---

you'd be safer at the back

when I'm having an attack!

hyperactive when I was small

hyperactive now I'm tall

hyperactive as the day is long

hyperactive in my bones

hyperactive in your phones

hyperactive and the night is young

hyperactive when I was small

hyperactive now I'm grown

hyperactive till I'm dead and gone

stand up hyperactivate!

get up hyperactivate!

wise up hyperactivate!

stand up hyperactivate!

Europe hyperactivate!

South Bronx hyperactivate!

London hyperactivate