Page 12 - The Gluckman Occasional Number Two

Sing a Song of Sickness

(with apologies to the composers)

Hives in the Night (Mercer-Arlen)

My allergist told me
When I was all bandaged,
My allergist told me, Sir:

A salad bar’s toxic
And cheap wine has sulfates;
Those berries may have grown fur.

A meal out’s a hazard,
The menu a minefield,
So do keep your eyes peeled
For hives in the night.

Now my bumps are itching,
And my nose is twitching,
Dammit!
Where’s that soothing ointment,
When’s my next appointment?
Dammit!

Oh, dammit, goddammit!
A terrible curse,
To scratch makes it worse,
The hives in the night.

The slightest breeze
Will make you sneeze
And sniffle and you soon will look a sight
When you get the hives in the night.
Take a pill,

You know the drill,
There’s not a damn thing you can do,
Not before it’s through:
It’s a blight.