Sick, forty and fat
© PETER ANDERSSON

A MUSIC PARODY
BASED ON:
"SICK, DIRTY AND MEAN"
BY: ACCEPT



BONUS QUOTE:
"The art of medicine consists of amusing the patient while nature cures the disease."
VOLTAIRE
 
Me, myself and I have not yet reached the big Four-O,
weīre just having pre-angst about it.
Additional: It doesn't get any better on the other side...


Iīve lost my powers - Iīm quite a slob
And in my mirror my bumīs a blob
One-Ninety-Five is now my measure
If itīs measured īround my waist
Yeah, itīs the prize of age
A bowl of bran is now my pleasure
If it cleanse me in a haste
Aaaaarrrgh!

I canīt fry my meals in butter
I canīt give in to that urge
Girls used to call me lover
Not call the state police
I may end up with a prostate
Twice the size a happy meal
Or a by-pass-graft with a second stent
And a million pills to take
A sudden urge for cheese might seal my deal

Sick, forty and fat
I canīt hide and I canīt fake
Sick, forty and fat
Head counting brings me ache
A bit further down - No blood goes to the bat
Sick, forty and fat
Iīm staying in with my cat

I can see my neighbours screaming
When my hearing aid is off
Get some tail is only dreaming
And in public I will cough
When I break the code of silence
You will smell it far away
And Iīll have to use more Rogaine
The bald spot seems to stay

Iīve bought some comfy slippers
Tying sneakers is killing my back

Sick, forty and slow
I can feel itīs time to pray
Iīm loosing my flow
And Iīm blunter by the day
If itīs Parkinson or Creutzfeldt-
Jakobs matter neither way
Sick, forty and numb
Iīm progressively dumb

(Guitar Solo)

O-Fourty-Five is now my IQ
Not just when Iīm watching sports

(Another Solo - Probably forgot one has already been done)

Aaaaarrrgh!

Got a double backuped note-to-self with numbers to my port
Sick, tired and slow
I canīt handle all my spam
Pre-senile and low
My īputer skillīs a RAM
I ainīt gonna live forever
And this laxativeīs a drain
Ad mortem, timeīs up
I am no longer "whazzup!"

Sick, forty and fat
No longer all that
Old, bald and on prunes
Thatīs coming up soon



© Peter Andersson 2004

   

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