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Pneumonia, Glaucoma, I just know they'll get ya,
Lymphoma, in coma, "germs from Oklahoma,"
I don't want it, hell no.
Hey now what's that sneeze?
Was that a sign of vertigo?
I need to find my Intern-o,
To give me tests wall to wall.
Needles in my hand,
Tropical links forming in my gland,
To late for crime scene gloves,
The pathogen now does so expand,
Purge a week, why don't it make me sleek?
Diet food from sea,
No doubt mess our chemestry.
All this food makes me high,
Got to go fill this cavity,
With crab-cake delight.
All food we eat in sight,
That seafood diet we set,
All the food that we see we et.
That's why we're hydro-chrond-ret.
Port wine Cheese,
Oh give it to me please.
Neuritis, neuralgia, can make you feel nostalgia.
When doctor's would heal ya, way before they'd kill ya.
Ebola and Dengue, sounds like sick Ferengi,
Might get comatose, eating up some dish of old French toast.
Make you hypo-chrond-ous.
Ohh, they thinks I fakes my hy-po-chond-ri-aches.
Everybody knows a little bit 'bout hy-chrond-ro,
Now if you wanna go and fake a trip to sick call,
Just act Hypo-chond-ro.
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