Hey mumma

Mum
I’m dying
I’m dizzy
And I’m frying
My throat hurts
I think i
Should stay in bed

Cause I’ve got some kind of disease
And there are no remedies
Think I should stay in bed today
May be tomorrow go out and play
Its Friday

With ginseng
And some fresh squeezed juice
Or some dal rice
Or some hot chicken soup
That just might
Keep me alive
For a couple of days

Cause I got some kind of disease
And there are no remedies
Think I’ll try and follow timothy leary
A couple of doses, set myself free
Next Friday

Cause I got some kind of disease
And there are no remedies
Think I’ll put myself in a cryogenic freeze
The metro, the phony, the dusty breeze
Should have listened when you said beware
Of horny girls with Los Angeles hair
Last Friday.