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'' I Told You I was ILL ''
I'm lying on a cold wet slab,
I cannot bloody breathe,
is it because I smoked too much,
the thought just makes me seethe.
The pathologist said as he went in,
the cause of death I think,
is not only did he smoke too much,
he also enjoyed his drink.
I'm trying hard to answer back,
I want to make it clear,
that what he's saying is rubbish,,
I should not be lying here.
I've never felt like this before,
could someone tell me why,
I don't want to be here,
I didn't ask to die.
As my relatives stand over me,
they're saying I look quite void,
what the Hell do they expect,
to see me looking overjoyed.
I cannot move my arms or legs,
I'm feeling pretty rigid,
my wife is telling all out loud,
I told you he was frigid.
The last thing I remember was,
having a drink and a smoke,
as I inhaled my cigarette,
I started to bloody choke.
As I stood up to clear my throat,
my chest felt really sore,
I careered at speed across the room,
then landed on the floor
I then looked down upon myself,
as I lay flat on my back,
there were people all around me saying,
he couldn't take the flak.
Ever since I can remember,
when I first learned to speak,
I told them all I wasn't well,
how I always felt quite weak.
But they just used to say to me,
stop walking with that limp,
there's nothing really wrong with you,
you're just a bloody wimp.
I overheard the doc one day,
he made a sick wisecrack,
he told my parents I wasn't ill,
I was a hypochondriac.
Now what they're saying about me,
has got me in a rage,
it wasn't just the illnesses,
it was also my old age.
If that really was the truth,
I'd be the first to say, that's fine,
but they're all talking nonsense,
I was only ninety nine.
The undertakers are walking in,
with what I'm being carried off in,
how dare my relatives say to them,
Oh its such a lovely coffin.
if it's such a beautiful piece of wood,
then in it they can hop,
if they give me back my life on Earth,
then I will gladly swap.
I've always said there was something wrong,
but that's now a bitter pill,
if I could talk I'd tell them all,
'' I Told You I Was ILL ''
I cannot bloody breathe,
is it because I smoked too much,
the thought just makes me seethe.
The pathologist said as he went in,
the cause of death I think,
is not only did he smoke too much,
he also enjoyed his drink.
I'm trying hard to answer back,
I want to make it clear,
that what he's saying is rubbish,,
I should not be lying here.
I've never felt like this before,
could someone tell me why,
I don't want to be here,
I didn't ask to die.
As my relatives stand over me,
they're saying I look quite void,
what the Hell do they expect,
to see me looking overjoyed.
I cannot move my arms or legs,
I'm feeling pretty rigid,
my wife is telling all out loud,
I told you he was frigid.
The last thing I remember was,
having a drink and a smoke,
as I inhaled my cigarette,
I started to bloody choke.
As I stood up to clear my throat,
my chest felt really sore,
I careered at speed across the room,
then landed on the floor
I then looked down upon myself,
as I lay flat on my back,
there were people all around me saying,
he couldn't take the flak.
Ever since I can remember,
when I first learned to speak,
I told them all I wasn't well,
how I always felt quite weak.
But they just used to say to me,
stop walking with that limp,
there's nothing really wrong with you,
you're just a bloody wimp.
I overheard the doc one day,
he made a sick wisecrack,
he told my parents I wasn't ill,
I was a hypochondriac.
Now what they're saying about me,
has got me in a rage,
it wasn't just the illnesses,
it was also my old age.
If that really was the truth,
I'd be the first to say, that's fine,
but they're all talking nonsense,
I was only ninety nine.
The undertakers are walking in,
with what I'm being carried off in,
how dare my relatives say to them,
Oh its such a lovely coffin.
if it's such a beautiful piece of wood,
then in it they can hop,
if they give me back my life on Earth,
then I will gladly swap.
I've always said there was something wrong,
but that's now a bitter pill,
if I could talk I'd tell them all,
'' I Told You I Was ILL ''
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`` I Told You I was ILL ``
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