Today I’m determined: I will not complain
Of the fact that my body is riddled with pain.
Most of it feels like it’s going to hell,
But my earlobes are swell, my earlobes are swell.
I’ll be silent about all the pain in my back
That makes it feel like I’ve been stretched on a rack.
I promise that all my complaints will abate,
For my earlobes feel great, my earlobes feel great.
There won’t be a mention of fibromyalgia.
I’ll think of my youth then with quiet nostalgia,
With no pain at all in my feet and my hands,
And my earlobes were grand, my earlobes were grand.
My lips will be sealed, and you won’t hear word one
About gout or shingles or pyorrhea of the gums.
With all that is wrong, it would take too much time,
But my earlobes are fine, my earlobes are fine.
So, I sat there refusing to think about pain
‘Cause too much of that will just drive you insane,
When OUCH! I was suddenly stung by a bee,
And need I relate to you where he stung me?
Take a guess!
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