Some small parasites
They have no brain
But they cause sorrow
Fluke, tapeworm or mites
Blighters that bite,
Infest or burrow

Feed on me
Then I'm not strong and
I'll be your host
I'll be just carrion
If I don't last long
Then they're gonna need
Some body to feed on

You swallow your food
It may have bugs
Cook it well, lest you
In-gest what ain't good
Miniscule thugs
That will infest you

There's flukes in your liver when they need a host
They all need some body to feed on
For you might have a body that they need the most
It may be your body they feed on

Fleas on me
They make me itch
It never ends
I have to carry them
For ain't life a bitch
They're gonna bleed
This body they feed on

Your colon's a bother when you got the worms
They all need some body to feed on
Wish that you wrecked 'em, 'cause they make you squirm
They all need some body to feed on

If you got an itch you have to bear
Causing a ruckus
No, it isn't nice, carrying lice
Those little f.. er.. suckers

It's itchy, and you need to scratch
(They all need a body to feed on)
It's itchy, and you need to scratch
(They all need a body to feed on)