Roadkill Kenneth - I en sal på lasarettet

Honolulu, lala!
Honolulu, lala!
Shut up! Shut up!
Honolulu, lala!
Shut up! Shut up!
Honolulu!

The benefit of the sick
Is that they serve no purpose
Serve no purpose, yeah!
And this is why we are now stuffing a patient with marbles
Marbles, yeah!
In a ward at the hospital
The hospital!
Come! Let's go to the seventh basement
And knock at the door to Dr. Rock's room
Where there is a cabinet stuffed with most of this world's women
Chicks, chicks... CHICKS!
Merkin, merkin... MERKIN!
Maybe take one of them with you?
Take one of them!
Please!
Back to your planet?
PLEASE!

Not even here, I can find a tick
But Dr. Rock's ward is the sickest ward!
But, hm - what does Doctor Rock have between his legs?

Oops oops OOPS, close the door!
And let's have a coffee
With a less perplexing patient!
He's muscular and heavily built!
Despite some twaddeling about angels
He obeys all orders and is FULL OF GO!
There are many thousands more of this kind!
Stuff a sick with tiring tasks!
Dear Mr. Johansson! We have now ran
Through lots of wards, seen millions of patients
But none is/has what we're looking for
You PICKY demons!
In a very special room at the hospital
Hu-la-la!
Yes, in a VERY special room
There is a very SPECIAL patient
Mr. Johansson is right!
Most Venerable Mrs. Medusa
Is a bit bad-tempered
See you on The Other Side
Now I'm closing the door
And you'll get to taste Death
In the snake pit
With all of the other impossible cases
Charge our musculus linguae!
Gobble, gobble!
Stimulate the snakes, orally!
Medusa likes it a lot
We are buddies with a band

Written by:
Roadkill Kenneth

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