My tummy is aching, I'm feeling like hell.
Things at the office, just aren't going well.

My strength is gone, I know I'm going to die.
I can't get up, no matter how hard I try.

My nose won't stop running, I've got a sore throat.
when I try to talk, I sound like a goat.

My head feels like a football, that somebody kicked.
My stomach is cramping, I think I'm going to be sick.

I have to drink liquids or I'll throw up again.
And that's the way it comes out, down at my other end. (embarrasing)

Why is it always me catching a cold or the flu?
You know I would feel better, If I could give it to you.

Because, then you wouldn't laugh, at the mess that I'm in.
Just to think, I thought you were my friend.

But that's ok, your day's going to come.
You'll come looking for sympathy, and will not find none.

Then, that will teach you to make fun of me.
I don't get mad, I get even, just wait and see.