Letras: Ween. The Pod. Mononucleosis.

When you came into the pod
You told me that something was wrong
Said, "You wasn't havin' no more fun and you want to lick the sun"
Couldn't say it was any fun, oh dude

Now you're on the couch, you can't even move your fucking head
Tell me that you wish you was dead
Dude, I really don't wish you was dead
Better stay in your sweaty mucus bed, oh dude

I can't have a smoke, can't even enjoy a little brew
What the hell's my buggy going to do?
Can't even pet the horses in the zoo
Little Miss Mandy's in this too, oh dude