Sick Lyrics

Boss Hog

I got up and I felt ill
Wish I had an uncle Bill
Check my head make me better
Feed me soup and IÂ'll feel fitter
I could sit and wish all day
Sick things wonÂ't go away
Sick of boxes in my house
Sick of quiet like that mouse

I canÂ't think, no I canÂ't stay
Not cooking the usual way
Shake my stick, shake loose a change
Could it be I am deranged

Migraines, sweats, I got the chills
Being sick it ainÂ't no thrill

Sick of old school, sick of new
Sick of things I used to do

Stomach sour, knees gone weak
Did I mention that I leak
Sick of everything I see
Milk boy donÂ't tell one me

IÂ'm not well
I got sick
IÂ'm not well
I got sick
Sick
Sick
Sick
Sick