Lyrics:

Mom I'm dyin'I'm dizzy and fryin'My throat hurtsI think I should stay in bedCause I got some kind of diseaseAnd t
here are no remediesThink I should stay in bed todayMaybe tomorrow go out and playIt's SaturdayWith GinsengAnd fresh sque
ezed 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 SaturdayWri
tten by: John WozniakPublished by: WB Music Corp.