Cure Is You - The Nude Party

When I caught that flu back in 1392

You always kept a few remedies on hand to use

A boiled pigeon feather, sweet potato roux

Fat of calf, on half an apple chicken stew

Stick a leech between my eyes

If it dies, don’t act surprised

Cut it up, shoot it up, ooh ooh

The only cure is you

The only cure is you

Help me doctor, I can show you where it hurts

For all the powders and the pills I’m somehow worse

Something’s wrong and I don’t think it’s in my head

I seen the buzzard flying low above my bed

The point has hit the prick

This little world of ours is sick

Cut it up, shoot it up, ooh ohh

The only cure is you

The only cure is you

The only cure is you

The only cure is you