14 acessos
Mom I'm dying
I'm dizzy and frying
My throat hurts, I think I should stay in bed
'Cuz I've 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
*yodeling*
With ginsing and fresh squeezed juice
Of wheat grass oh and some hot chicken soup
It just might keep me alive a couple days
'Cuz I've got some kind of disease
And there are no remedies
Think I'll join Timothy Leary
In a chryogenic freeze
Next Saturday
*yodeling*
'Cuz I've got some kind of disease
And there are no remedies
Should've listened when you said beware
Of horny girls with New Jersey hair
Last Saturday
*yodeling*