Sung to the tune of Whiskey in the Jar:
If I was a little wiser I would never inject the Pfizer I wish I didn't take it But at work I couldn't fake it
Now I vomit every morning I think it is a warning I'm looking for the answer, But I know it's stomach cancer.
hush-a-day-hudda-do-hudda-dud Whack for the daddy-o Whack for the daddy-o there's microchips in my blood.
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