I'm so bored of being sick But it helps me breathe And I'm alone like a tree Doctors run, come help me quick I don't know what it is But there's something wrong with me Give me more I'm sorry now about it Give me more I'm more than that I've got blood and I've got love I'm so damn happy to be awake Shake me up with pills to take Tell me why the belly aches Give me more I'm sorry now about it Give me more I'm broken down, forget it I'd like to be more Now on an orange tree If in ten days I'm not dead I will get on out and use my legs Run myself a clear green bath Keep the good times rolling And that, my friends, is that