Well I see you got some bad-ooze leper skin.
Ill pox, that.
Well I see you got some bad-ooze leper skin.
Ill pox, that.
You look unwell and nasty,
And your head's peeled; kinda like a skinned cat--
Sundered, your bad-ooze leper skin.
Ill pox, that.

Well, you don't look pretty with it,
And I think your thumb fell off this time.
It bounced right off your knee,
Landed smack-dab in that patch of thyme.
Was only hangin' there by a thread,
And now it's hangin' languidly
Off of that bottom vine.
You've bad-ooze leper skin.
Ill pox, that.

And then I see that stubby stump rise
Up into the air.
Then you point to where that thumb hides;
It's situated in there.
You got your pelt slippin' off your head--
Looks like it's splittin' hair.
You've got bad-ooze leper skin.
Ill pox, that.

Well, the doctor allows now that he'll see you.
"You are in bad health," he said.
"Your skin's split and frayed, disordered.
Some came right off, too,
What remains is very red.
You know, what's eating you is leprosy;
Rest assured that more of you will be shed
You've bad-ooze leper skin.
Ill pox, that."

Well, you can no more see this doyen
Of dermatology. . .out the door.
The HMO says he's through with you;
The system is gonna make you poor.
They rob you of nearly all your money
Then let your nose fall off onto the floor,
Those bad-news kleptocrats: ill pox that.