Would it be considered appropriate to post this here as a sort of tribute? I found the words online and then tidied them up a bit. I listened to verify their accuracy and make a few small corrections.

SICK OF YOU
As recorded by Lou Reed on "New York" (1988)

I was up in the mornin' with the TV blarin', brushed my teeth sittin' watchin' the news.
All the beaches were closed; the ocean was a Red Sea, but there was no one there to part it in two.
There was no fresh salad 'cause there's hypos in the cabbage; Staten Island disappeared at noon,
And they say the Midwest is in great distress and NASA blew up the moon.
The ozone layer has no ozone anymore,
And you're gonna leave me for the guy next door.
I'm sick o' you.
I'm sick o' you.

They arrested the mayor for an illegal favor, sold the Empire State to Japan,
And Oliver North married William Secord and gave birth to a little Teheran,
And the Ayatollah bought a nuclear warship—if he dies, he wants to go out in style—
And there's nothin' to eat that don't carry the stink of some human waste dumped in the Nile,
But one thing is certainly true:
No one here knows what to do,
And I'm sick o' you.
I'm sick o' you.

The radio said there were 400 dead in some small town in Arkansas.
Some whacked-out trucker drove into a nuclear reactor, killed everybody he saw.
Now he's on Morton Downey and he's glowin' and shiny; doctors say this is a medical advance.
They say the bad makes the good and there's somethin' to be learned in every human experience.
Well, I know one thing that really is true:
This here's a zoo and the keeper ain't you,
And I'm sick of it.
I'm sick o' you.

They ordained the Trumps and then he got the mumps; he died bein' treated at Mt. Sinal,
And my best friend Bill died from a poison pill some wired doctor prescribed for stress.
My arms and legs are shrunk; the food all has lumps; they discovered some animal no one's ever seen.
It was an inside trader eating a rubber tire after runnin' over Rudy Giuliani.
They say the President's dead; no one can find his head; it's been missin' now for weeks,
But no one noticed it; he had seemed so fit.
I'm sick of it.
I'm sick o' you.
I'm so sick o' you.
Bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye