Sick Lyrics

I got up and I felt ill

Wish I had an uncle Bill

Check my head make me better

Feed me soup and I’ll feel fitter

I could sit and wish all day

Sick things won’t go away

Sick of boxes in my house

Sick of quiet like that mouse



I can’t think, no I can’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 ain’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 don’t tell one me



I’m not well

I got sick

I’m not well

I got sick

Sick

Sick

Sick

Sick