When I caught that flu back in 1392
You always kept a few remedies on hand to use
A boiled pigeon feather, sweet potato roux
Fat of calf, on half an apple chicken stew

Stick a leech between my eyes
If it dies, don't act surprised

Cut it up, shoot it up, ooh ooh
The only cure is you
The only cure is you

Help me doctor, I can show you where it hurts
For all the powders and the pills I'm somehow worse
Something's wrong and I don't think it's in my head
I seen the buzzard flying low above my bed

The point has hit the prick
This little world of ours is sick

Cut it up, shoot it up, ooh ohh
The only cure is you
The only cure is you
The only cure is you
The only cure is you