Mom I'm dying I'm dizzy and frying My throat hurts, I think I should stay in bed 'Cuz I've got some kind of disease And there are no remedies Think I should stay in bed today Maybe tomorrow go out and play It's Saturday *yodeling* With ginsing and fresh squeezed juice Of wheat grass oh and some hot chicken soup It just might keep me alive a couple days 'Cuz I've got some kind of disease And there are no remedies Think I'll join Timothy Leary In a chryogenic freeze Next Saturday *yodeling* 'Cuz I've got some kind of disease And there are no remedies Should've listened when you said beware Of horny girls with New Jersey hair Last Saturday *yodeling*