Cancer.
You're in my pants sir.
You make everything else groovy.
Cancer.
A PSA of a hundred and three
Makes it a little hard to pee.
Doc says I really shouldn't wait.
Gotta clean that shit outa my prostate!
I said, Cancer.
You're in my pants sir.
You make everything else groovy.
Cancer.
Prostate the size of a volleyball.
Thirty-nine treatments will fix it all.
And in no time I'll be as good as good.
Able once again to chop the wood!
I said, Cancer.
You're in my pants sir.
You make everything else groovy.
Cancer.
Cancer.
You thought you'd eat me.
But I went and got the cure.
Come on, come on, admit it...
I beat you!
