-> "Damn Hem'rhoids, My Bum's Inflamed"
Original Song Title:
"Molasses To Rum To Slaves"
Parody Song Title:
"Damn Hem'rhoids, My Bum's Inflamed"
The Lyrics
(The parody's basic theme is that John Adams is a Patriotic Exhibitionist who never wears anything below the waist, and who is therefore trying to get Congress to approve a Declaration of Public Nudity)
(Rutledge: )
(spoken)
Ah've been sittin' here so long, listen'n to Mistah Adams talk on an' on an' on, that ah fear ah might need the medical services of mah esteemed colleague from Georgia ...... thanks to Mistah Adams' long-windedness an' incessant rantin' about his desire to expose his most "independent" manly attributes, ah am now sufferin' from an affliction located in the VERY deep "South", if you catch mah meanin'.......
(singing)
Damn hem'rhoids - my bum's - inflamed!
I should soak in epsom salts
Can't wear my truss
Pants hurt me, too
Those damn hem'rhoids - my bum's - inflamed!
Can't ride my horse
Back to Charleston
I'm far too stoned on laud'num
Passage I'll poach
On some well-cushioned coach
Hail Charleston, Ned Rutledge has come -
Full of hem'rhoids . . . and rum!
Then it's puke up the rum and the laud'num
Soak in them salts, dunk-dunk!
And hail and farewell to the smell
Of these breeches so gross!
Damn hem'rhoids - my bum's - inflamed!
'Tisn't moral, nor funny, this pain
As soon as, I've the chance,
I'll strip off these woolen pants!
Those damn hem'rhoids - my bum's - inflamed!
Who says my hips
Are-n't skinny?
Ladle me five more laud'nums!
This pain in my ass
Feels like sharp broken glass
I'll take a, big rum just the same,
In tea cups, or ladles,
It's rum that I now crave!
(spoken)
Gentlemen! You mustn't think our Northern proctologists merely see mah hem'rhoids as disfigurements on mah posterior! Oh, no, sir! They see them as figures on their ledgers! Notice the doctors at the clinics, gentlemen--white-coated doctors on the ass-repair wharves: "Put this in his hips...Cram this in his hips...STUFF this in his hips!" Hurry, gentlemen, let the examination begin!
(singing)
Eee-YOW!
Eee-YOW, mah hem'rhoids!
Gentlemen, y'hear?
That's the cry of the patient's tears!
Eee-YOW!
Eee-YOW, mah hem'rhoids!
Inflamed, gentlemen!
Black sores!
Bleedin' sores!
Sores from
Horse-ri-ding
Sitting-sitting-sitting!
Black sores with scales
They haunt me!
Evil! Evil! Evil! Evil!
(spoken)
Notice the doctors in the crowd, gentlemen--New England doctors, ass-bleedin' doctors--doctors from--
(singing)
Johns-Hop-kins!
Bos-ton, Bos-ton, Bos-ton!
Black sores with scales!
Handle them!
Fondle them!
But don't finger them!
They're MINE! They're MINE!
Eee-YOW!
Eee-YOW, mah hem'rhoids!
(Bartlett: )
(spoken)
For the love of God, Mr. Rutledge, please!
(Rutledge: )
(singing)
Damn hem'rhoids - my bum's - inflamed!
Who'll pay the bills of my doctor?
Pay him with gold, or he'll scream!
His fortune is made
In the ass-repair trade!
Proctology - the New England dream!
Mistah Adams, ah give you a toast!
Hail your butt!
Hail my butt!
Who bleedeth
The MOST ?!
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