A cold winter night fell like a net
I’ve got to find my multi yet
I need you to clear my head
Turned my blue nose to red

Doctor doctor, gimme the news I got a
Bad case of ‘caching-flu’
No pill’s gonna cure my ill I’ve got a
Bad case of ‘caching-flu’

A pretty walk don’t make no healthy log
I learned that buddy from the start
You think I’m weak, that I am “all cry”
Mama, I ain’t that kind of guy

Doctor doctor, gimme the news I got a
Bad case of ‘caching-flu’
No pill’s gonna cure my ill I’ve got a
Bad case of ‘caching-flu’

I know you’re rising, you’re going up top
Tell me fever, are you gonna drop?

You had me down: forty one degrees
Sweat of fever on my lips
Shake my rump, throw up mood
I’ve got it bad, and I got it good

Doctor doctor, gimme the news I got a
Bad case of ‘caching-flu’
No pill’s gonna cure my ill I’ve got a
Bad case of ‘caching-flu’


(Original lyrics by Moon Martin, GC adaptation by Hans Dejonghe)

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