Last week I completely discredited myself with a tasteless
rendition of Porky and Bile, so since I seem to be on a roll, I thought I’d
take one of my favorite show tunes, and completely destroy it and any shred of
credibility I have with the the hepatitis C community.
Old Man Liver (apologies to Oscar Hammerstein)
Old man liver,
That old man liver,
He must know something,
But don't say nothing,
He just keeps growing
He keeps on growing again.
He makes that bile,
He makes those hormones,
And when he’s tired
and soon forgotten,
That old man liver,
He just keeps growing again.
Big old liver keeps fighting that booze.
He stores, he sweats, he strains,
Body all aching, and racked with pain.
Make that bile
That old man liver,
He must know something,
But don't say nothing,
He just keeps growing
He keeps on growing again.
He makes that bile,
He makes those hormones,
And when he’s tired
and soon forgotten,
That old man liver,
He just keeps growing again.
Big old liver keeps fighting that booze.
He stores, he sweats, he strains,
Body all aching, and racked with pain.
Make that bile
Tote that hep C
Don’t get drunk
or you land in hospice
Old man liver,
That old man liver,
He must know something,
But don't say nothing,
He just keeps growing
He keeps on growing again.
I am just glad that Paul Robeson can’t read this from the grave…
Don’t get drunk
or you land in hospice
Old man liver,
That old man liver,
He must know something,
But don't say nothing,
He just keeps growing
He keeps on growing again.
I am just glad that Paul Robeson can’t read this from the grave…
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