Текст (слова) песни: Cab Calloway - You`re the Cure for What Ails Me
I was once a delicate child, Watched the other kids run wild, While they played with guns and ropes, My only toys were stethoscopes; I was a chronic, "Now how`ve you been?" Then like a tonic, you blew in; You`re the cure for what ails me, and you do me good!
Down with an apple every day, Down with the ultraviolet ray, You`re the cure for what ails me, and you do me good!
You can go starve a fever, You can feed a cold, But I don`t fear fever and I can`t get cold, You`re my pick-up kabish, You`re my Arrowhead Springs, You`re my Battle Creek, Mich!
I was a weakie, meekie lamb, Now I can shoulder Boulder Dam, Your smile never fails me, hi-ho, lady, knock on wood, You`re the cure for what ails me, and you do me good!
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