If was a god, I'm sure he would be hated, for making bugs, this hell was created. Sit on a coat, put on a hat, I am infested, it just like that. I'm sure I 'em, there ain't no maybes, & crabs, headlice & scabies. You your pick. They me sick. Well, I'll scratch I bleed, so be scabs for me to pick. It me mad as I scratch my body raw, it feels like sex when I'm scratching with my paws. Sometimes it feels better, when it gets lubed up with puss & blood... but I'm upsetter. of the pain when the rash becomes inflamed, I simply control, the scabies can't be blamed. Oh yes can! I'll go complain to the in center clinic, hook me up with lindane! Oh yes lindane, the for the occasion, this lotion gives you cancer with too applications. (3x) But I use it. I'll be the tested. This time gone too far my body is infested.
I am infested, I am infested, this it's gone too far, my body is infested. I am infested, be the tested, this time it's gone too far, my is infested...
One bug, two bug, bugs, four, these bugs just & eat, soon they'll be hundreds more. (to) my head, infest my bed, these won't stop infesting 'til I kill them all dead. Then there's the eggs, the catch. If I don't delouse again, in seven they'll hatch. And at this time, I will truly go my nervous system by the use of the lindane. It is this lotion on my tested, this time gone too far, my body is infested.