Mom I'm dyin'
I'm dizzy and fryin'
My throat hurts
I think I should stay in bed

Cause I got some kind of disease
And there are no remedies
Think I should stay in bed today
Maybe tomorrow go out and play
It's Saturday

With Ginseng
And fresh squeezed juice
Of wheat-grass
Oh, and some hot chicken soup
That just might keep me alive
A couple days

But I've got some kind of disease
And there are no remedies
Think I'll join Timothy Leary
In a cryogenic freeze
Next Saturday

Yeah I've got some kind of disease
And there are no remedies
Shoulda listened when you said beware
Of h____ girls with New Jersey hair
Last Saturday

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