It's Saturday

Mom I’m dying
I’m dizzy and frying
My throat hurts, I think I should stay in bed
'Cuz I’ve got some kind of disease
And there are no remedies
Think I should stay in bed today
Maybe tomorrow go out and play
It’s Saturday
With ginseng and fresh squeezed juice
Of wheat grass oh and some hot chicken soup
It just might keep me alive a couple days
But I’ve got some kind of disease
And there are no remedies
Think I’ll join Timothy Leary
In a cryogenic freeze
Next Saturday
Yeah I’ve got some kind of disease
And there are no remedies
Should’ve listened when you said beware
Of horny girls with New Jersey hair
Last Saturday