My Brilliant Huntington's Chorea

"Huntington's disease, however, is rare, is a rare, fatal inherited disorder for which no known cure exists. The patient suffers progressive loss of mental functioning due to brain-cell death in the region of the basal ganglia, along with depletion of some neurotransmitters and the buildup of another - dopamine. The symptoms appear at almost any age but commonly it is in the 30s and 40s, and death follows in 10 to 20 years..."

Once my life was easy
It was just like watching TV
And I was just the lucky audience member
Who's playing Price Is Right
I came on down every night
Could come five times a night, too, I remember

But let me tell you, pal
That there's another game as well
But you won't see the fucker on TV
It's called Fortune's Wheel
And no matter how you feel
Adriana will turn the letters "R.I.P."

One day it's gonna start
Everything will fall apart
There's programming, too, in your bones
One night you go out dancin'
Thinking that you're Hanson
Then you wake up and you are the Rolling Stones

All of life is lived in stages
You're going out to rages
And you and your friends know all the right grooves
But there ain't no use hidin'
The cells have begun dividin'
And it's time you learnt the dopamine moves
Don't you get a fucking shock-o
When you watch one of those docos
'Bout those diseases that means you're born with flippers
Oh, you're feeling sort of well and
Next thing you know, it's the Peter McCallum
For the haircut that they give you without clippers

You won't be fuckin' laughin', son
When you're interviewed by Parkinson
Or you're on the forgotten mini-series called Alzheimer
You'll be picking up the tab
When they order you a nice cold slab
And I don't mean the 24-can type either

One day you're collecting Tazos
And the next you are a spazo
I only know one way to ease the pain
Pick a way to go
That the doctors didn't know
And they might give the fuckin' germ your fuckin' name

(Let me take a quick ad break
During which I'd like to make
An apology to go here in a bracket
That Tazo/Spazo rhyme
It wish it weren't mine
Where'd I get my fuckin' poetic license? A packet?)
So kiss the wife for me
You can live quite happily
Watching TV together as you sup
But just like a bad dream, oh
You'll play a game called chemo
Spot, match, win
Your numbers have come up