Pills
There are pills that make you happy
There are pills that make you blue
There are pills to kill your streptococci
There are pills to cure your cockeye too
There are folks whose pills have made them healthy
There are folks whose pills have cured their chills
But the folks whose pills have made them wealthy
Are the folks who make all those pills
There are Dexedrine and Miltown, to pick you up and let you down
Happy or if you're sufferin', swallow a Bufferin
Pills vitamin C's a pill for folks who shiver
Sad and there's a pill for carter's little liver
Pills and if you're sleeping in the hospital, because you're ill
Pills betcha the nurse will wake you up to take a sleeping pill
There are pills for young folks and for old folks
Each disease has got its remedy
But no pill can cure the common cold, folks
So if you sneeze, please don't sneeze on me
Achoo
Gesundheit