From the album Common Ground

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Lyrics

Who’s that calling in the middle of the night?
Who’s that following in the broad daylight?
Where’s it all coming from?
Cause it’s all piling up
Too much information
Make it stop

Get off my back, Jack

Pressure, pressure, it’s all running high
Complications with your alibi
All this white noise, it’s deafening
All this city smog is blinding me

Get off my back, Jack

Doctor, doctor, take my pulse
Check my BP, tell me is it running close?
Too many voices with no clarity
Too much confusion in this human sea

Get off my back, Jack