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"Hypochondriac"

Written by Pete Najdzin – © Pete Najdzin - All Rights Reserved

I was just thinkin' I'm feeling pretty ill.
I go to the medicine chest and take another pill.
Am I allergic, to the blue or the red?
I can't remember, so I'll take them both instead.

There's a pain in my shoulder
And a burnin' in my back
Do you think that I'm dying,
Or just a hypochondriac?

I heard some news, of a flu goin' round.
I think I have a fever, so I think I'll lay down.
Called up the doctor. He said I was oaky.
Same thing he told me, when I called him yesterday.

There's a pain in my shoulder
And a burnin' in my back
Do you think that I'm dying,
Or just a hypochondriac?

I don't know what to do. My time is growing near.
My head is aching. There's a ringing in my ear.
Some say I crazy, others say I'm mad.
With all my Vicodin, Xanax, Prozac and heating pad.

There's a pain in my shoulder
And a burnin' in my back
Do you think that I'm dying,
Or just a hypochondriac?

Life isn't easy when you're susceptible to germs
Unless you want to learn, a million medical terms.
I hope tomorrow, I will still be alive.
I can't believe that I made it past twenty-five.

There's a pain in my shoulder
And a burnin' in my back
Do you think that I'm dying,
Or just a hypochondriac?

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