My Pneumonia

Ooh my lay-me-low disease, slow disease.

It’s just going to take me some time Pneumonia.

Ooh you make me cough and wheeze, cough and wheeze,

Am I ever going to feel all fine, Pneumonia?


Seems I’ve got to STOP. Give it up. Such a busy mind.

Hardly getting up from the bed,

I’m not the resting kind. My my my i yi woo. M M M My Pneumonia...


My lungs have aged two hundred years, two hundred years,

Getting up onto these feet is tough, Pneumonia.

Lying down beneath my sheet, it feels so sweet—

Oh, don’t you think I’ve had enough, Pneumonia?

Seems I’ve got to STOP. Give it up. Such a busy mind.


Hardly getting up from the bed,

I’m not the resting kind. My my my i yi woo. M M M My Pneumonia...


When you gonna set me free, set me free—

Is it just a matter of time Pneumonia?

Surely you are bored of me, bored of me—

If I said GO now would you mind, Pneumonia?


Seems I’ve got to STOP. Give it up. Such a busy mind.

Hardly getting up from the bed,

I’m not the resting kind. My my my i yi woo. M M M My Pneumonia...


My Pneumonia……