I got flu and all I want
Is thick Kleenex - catch that ole snot
I can't go out - could be pneumonia
Should have moved out to Arizonya

I'm aglow - my noggin feels ignitened
Would you check my eyes,
I can't tell if I'm West Nilein'

Appetite - it's a-failin'
And I'm so sick of Gingerale-in'
Something's wrong - I'm feelin' queasy
Lord knows I'm Dopey and I'm Sneezy

I'll feel better if my head is lightened
Bring it down in size
If it takes some guillotinin'
Without flu my outlook would be brightened
I can nasalize
Makes for poor annuncia-itin'

My poor snout's got raw as... a...chooo!
When this week's out might pick out my tomb
The Doc says 'go' - Hope I don't got SARS
Want samples now? Can't hit those small jars!

Camphor on my chest makes me uptightened
And around my neck - bags of garlic got me cryin'
(And) I'm now so addicted to that Nyquil
It's got me so high - you can't tell me I'm not flyin'
Now I'm cool - my senses are all heightened
Just turn on Pink Floyd - you can start that quarentiiinin'