Mom I'm dyin'
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I'm dizzy and fryin'
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My throat hurts
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I think I should stay in bed
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Cause I got some kind of disease
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And there are no remedies
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Think I should stay in bed today
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Maybe tomorrow go out and play
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It's Saturday
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With Ginseng
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And fresh squeezed juice
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Of wheat-grass
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Oh, and some hot chicken soup
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That just might keep me alive
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A couple days
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But I've got some kind of disease
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And there are no remedies
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Think I'll join Timothy Leary
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In a cryogenic freeze
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Next Saturday
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Yeah I've got some kind of disease
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And there are no remedies
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Shoulda listened when you said beware
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Of horny girls with New Jersey hair
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Last Saturday
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It's Saturday
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| Marcy Playground |
