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Kevin at the kitchen table
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Short of breath, legally disabled
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Wife walks in she's so surprised
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So dissapointed I'm still alive
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I say I'm hungry for biscuits and gravy
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But patty melts that you always made me
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And I can't eat them, anymore
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Chorus 1:
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They say greese kills, taste good to me
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Day in, day out, it's all I eat
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A third by-pass, unclog the bile
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Just to clog them again
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Never felt worst, a constant thirst
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Lordy how my mouth dun hurts
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I blame my job, I blame my wife
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For this coronary life
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Kevin on the E.R. table
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My vital signs ain't too stable
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Hey doc, I'm proud of you
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I didn't think that I'd pull through
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And later in intensive care
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I have the nurses laughing there
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So thankful blue-cross will pay
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Chorus 2:
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For the pills, my IV's
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A thousand dollar E.K.G
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And that's the last
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Time I'll need angioplasty
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It's off I go, too tae-boe
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To improve my cardio
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Guess 'bout time I said goodbye
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To my coronary life
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Sweat pourin' off me at the health spa
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That old stair master wore me out again
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You know I can't believe how much I've missed
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The way I used to live
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Chorus 3:
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I'd eat red meat
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Pickled pigs feet
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Always craving something sweet
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My food was fast
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But that's the past
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I can't eat them again
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Arobicize, reduce my thighs
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No more german chocolate pies
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I miss my fudge, I miss my pies
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And my coronary life
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Coronary Life
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| Kevin Ray |
