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My life’s a half-fast wreck from the
nasty side effects
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Of a pill some shill on TV said
would cure me
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I bought his slick advice but I’ve
paid a wicked price
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Not even my old dog can now endure
me
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It matters not what bug you’ve caught
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Or
how you’re health’s been failin' |
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Just pop this pill an' like a shot
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You’ll cease from what you’re ailin' |
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Though Sir or Ma’am your Uncle Sam
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Says we must give fair warnin' |
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By takin' this you run the risk
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You may be dead by mornin' |
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I shoulda listened carefully to know what to expect
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But I ignored his lengthy list of nasty side effects
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My hair fell out… I got the gout...
my hands they started shakin'
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I couldn’t stop… then couldn’t go...
my skin began to flakin'
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It matters not what bug you’ve caught
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Or
how you’re health’s been failin' |
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Just pop this pill an' like a shot
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You’ll cease from what you’re ailin' |
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Though Sir or Ma’am your Uncle Sam
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Says we must give fair warnin' |
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By takin' this you run the risk
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You may be dead by mornin' |
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Instrumental |
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My nose blew like a wet monsoon... my mouth a dry Sahara
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My lips turned blue
while I froze through my bones right to the marrah
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Besides all that I’ve gotten fat with rotten teeth decayin'
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But hey… my killer headache’s
gone... just like that shill was sayin'
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It matters not what bug you’ve caught
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Or
how you’re health’s been failin' |
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Just pop this pill an' like a shot
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You’ll cease from what you’re ailin' |
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Though Sir or Ma’am your Uncle Sam
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Says we must give fair warnin' |
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By takin' this you run the risk
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You may be dead by mornin' |
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