Lyrics: Achinoam Nini (Noa), Ron Mizrachy, Gil Dor 

Music: Achinoam Nini (Noa) 


Paranoia is a bad disease 

Paranoia, has got me on my knees 

I've got a patented pad-lock on my toilet door 

Gonna hold that box of matches, 

Just to make sure 


It's really quiet, and that's as weird as hell 

I'll check on Frieda, my neighbour, and see if she is well 

I don't think twice, 

Call Tel Aviv vice 

And throw on a fashionable bulletproof vest 


Underneath my bed, what horror lies in store? 

A big green monster! Who is she looking for?!? 


Axe in the door, the mailman rings 

(Could it be the phone bill, and other awful things?) 

They sent an ambulance to take old Frieda away 

(She was really ga-ga*, for all I can say) 

Paranoia, man, it's really mean 

Why do I always make an awful scene? 


Underneath my bed, what horror lies in store? 

A big green monster! Who is he looking for?!? 


Clean a windowpane, and I'm in pain 

I see a cop and opt to take religion up again 

Check every corner, I never miss a glance, 

Any squeak or peeks enough to put me in a trance! 

(Down town baby the girls wear blue 

They wear black silk stocking and high heels too 

And red-hot lipstick, it makes me afraid 

To be simple and true, 

So I learn it from you) 


Finally, I quit, and then, who would believe? 

I realized that paranoids had filled up Tel Aviv 



I say, no need to fear, 

Paranoia's dead. 

Take a minute or an hour 

With some shampoo in the shower, 

Clear it all out of your head 


* slang for crazy