Leprosy.
That old rotten man just touched my knee.
Now my flesh is falling off of me.
Oh, I think I got leprosy.
Suddenly
I'm just half the man I used to be.
There are pieces coming off of me.
Yes, leprosy came suddenly.
Why'd my arm fall off?
I don't know, no one will say.
I know something's wrong,
'cause my leg just walked away (without me.)
Yesterday,
I could always lounge the time away.
Now my bed is in a slimy way,
Oh, leprosy's ruined my day.
Why did I get cursed
with this rot? I need to hide.
I'm sure I'm diseased
for my spleen fell out my side. (ooooohhhh.)
Leprosy
has become a big problem for me.
All my friends now run away from me.
Oh how I hate this leprosy.
Was er al eens een link gelegd tussen Froger's "Een zingende merel, de geur van de zee" en MEROL's "Hou je bek en bef me", of moet het weer eens van deze eeuwige puber komen?