K'shoo

When your dose is code as barble, Ad you sduffle all the day, Ad your head id is behavig Id a bost unbleased way; When your ev'ry joid is achig With a very paidful cramb, When your throat is dry ad tiglish, Ad your feed are coe and damb; When your eyes are red ad rudding With the dears that will cub oud; You cad safely bake your bind ub There is very liddle doubd. You've got a code - a code Ad idfluedzal code; You cahd tell how you coughd id, But id's a got a good firb hode. Your face is whide, your eyes are pigk, Your doe is red ad blue; Ad you wish that you were Ah - Ah - Ah - h - Kish - SHOO-O-O!! I dode wad to be a boed, Ad I do nod log for fabe, But I have to wride to get by bread Ad budder, all the sabe. id is very aggravadig, Ad this world is very hard Whed the idfluenza fasteds Od a sendadendal bard. Oh, I caddod sig of subber skies! I caddod twag by lyre! For all the buses id the world Are powerless to idspire. I've got a code - a code A bost udpleased code; I caddod sig a sog of sprig, I caddod bake ad ode. For inspirashud will nod cub: I'be feelig very blue; Oh, would that I was Ah - Ah - Ah - h - Kish - SHOO-O-O!! I have to wride adother verse, Ad dode doe whad to say; But I've got to buy some bedicid To drive this code away; Oh, the boed's is a hard, hard life, His lod is very sore; Ad if misfortude cubs to hib, He has to toil the bore. And dow, I thig I've bade enough. By wridig this last verse, To go ad buy byself sub stuff Before by code gets worse. I've got a code - a code Ad agravatig code! If I was well I'd wride you such A charbig liddle ode. I'd sig of labkins od the sward, Bedeath the skies so blue, If it wasn'd for the Ah - Ah - Ah - h - Kish - SHOO-O-O!!