My Pneumonia

A great song. And a terrible cold.

My Pneumonia - apologies to The Knack

Oh you're such a nasty one, nasty one.
When you gonna let me feel fine, pneumonia?
Ooh, you make my nostrils run, my nostrils run
Runs, it's comin' out like wine, pneumonia
Never gonna stop, full of snot
Blow my nose a lot. Never let it up when I touch
or rub my eyes, fraught. My my my ah-ah-choo. M-M-M-My pneumonia.

Don't come any closer, huh, ah dontcha, huh
I will cough all over you, pneumonia.
Sneezing is a mystery, makes me weep
Running down the length of my cheeks, pneumonia
Never gonna stop, I'm all hot
And I cough a lot. Never let it up when I touch
or rub my eyes, shot. My my my ah-ah-choo. M-M-M-My pneumonia.

Why'd you have to give it to me, give it to me.
Is it just some mucus and slime, pneumonia?
Are my eyes watery, watery
Or is it just a game in my mind, pneumonia

Never gonna stop, I'm all hot

And I cough a lot. Never let it up when I touch

or rub my eyes, shot. My my my ah-ah-choo. M-M-M-My pneumonia.

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