She's got a place to go when she gets angry
A place to go when she gets sad
She opens the window and sits on the roof
You know, whenever she is feeling bad
She's sick of these rules, and she's sick of this world
And she's totally sick of her life
She says the mundane fries like eggs on her brain
And now we all think she's lost her mind

Now Kathy's on the roof again (Kathy's on the roof again)
Kathy's on the roof again (Kathy's on the roof again)
Kathy's on the roof again
She's going down

Eating too little and sleeping too much
She was manic, and now she's depressed
She ought to be with her peer group, indeed
She just needs to get things off her chest
They prod and they probe, they sedate and they shock
They can't seem to get through to that girl
Well, she only speaks about once every week
And then all she'll say is, "Fuck the world"

Now Kathy's on the roof again (Kathy's on the roof again)
Kathy's on the roof again (Kathy's on the roof again)
Kathy's on the roof again
She's going down
And her mother says she's crazy
And her sister says she's not
But everybody thinks she's flaky
We gotta figure out just what's wrong with her, wrong with her

It's time to look into the cabinet
And make sure Kathy is taking her meds
It's time to put Kathy in front of the TV
And wipe the drool off her dress
The sound of the Mexicans cutting the lawn again
Was buzzing throughout the whole house
We couldn't find her, so we looked outside
And saw Kathy all over the ground

Now Kathy's on the roof again (Kathy's on the roof again)
Kathy's on the roof again (Kathy's on the roof again)
Kathy's on the roof again
She's going down