Since His Flatulence requested it personally on this thread who am I to refuse. I am sure others will be able to contribute much better efforts! To the usual tune.

St Jude's Infirmary

I went down to St. Jude's Infirmary
To see Doc Michler there
He laid me on a long white table
To check on his valve repair

Then up spoke the good doctor
"She's very low" he said
"My blood pressure?" I responded
"No, your tit" he replied instead

I went down to EJ's Tavern
On the corner by the square
They were serving drinks as usual
And the usual crowd did stare

On my left stood old Rick Fielding
There was laughter in his eyes
He turned to the crowd around him
And said "Something's drooping I surmise"

"Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may roam
She may search your body over
To find a better home"

Oh when I die, please bury me
With my mitral valve intact
Hang a twenty-dollar gold piece on my left tit
So my friends'll know I died evenly Pat

Get six 'Catters to carry my coffin
Six flaming trolls to sing a song
With a melodeon on my tail gate
To raise Hell as we go along

Now that's the end of my story
Let's have another round of booze
And if anyone should ask you just tell them
I got the St. Jude's Infirmary low-tit blues

mooman

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