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Mom I'm dyin'I'm dizzy and fryin'My throat hurtsI think I should stay in bedCause I got some kind of diseaseAnd there are no remediesThink I should stay in bed todayMaybe tomorrow go out and playIt's SaturdayWith GinsengAnd fresh squeezed juiceOf wheat-grassOh, and some hot chicken soupThat just might keep me aliveA couple daysBut I've got some kind of diseaseAnd there are no remediesThink I'll join Timothy LearyIn a cryogenic freezeNext SaturdayYeah I've got some kind of diseaseAnd there are no remediesShoulda listened when you said bewareOf horny girls with New Jersey hairLast Saturday