(OOREROOM) said:Quoted message said:Quoted message said:I'm not going to sit here and watch you attack coleah for something I
wroteQuoted message said:and make false accusations regarding something you very obviously don't
haveQuoted message said:a clue about.
tsk tsk.Satirizing of any popular lyric later than
Steven Foster goes over her blue head of
hair.
Her clinic is pink, down in Tijuana,
She sits there at work, while the victim pays,
Bankin' that cash, from dawn 'til sunset,
Laughin' like hell, 'til judgement day.
Keep her away from where the FDA is,
Suckers can die, She don't give a toss.
Keep her down south of the Rio Grande,
There's an old stream, that she dare not cross,
yeah....
Ol' hag Hulda, that ol' hag Hulda,
She might know sumpin', but don't cure nothin',
She jus' keeps zappin', She keeps on zappin' along.
She don't cure cancer, though cash she's gotten,
And them that's "cured" is soon forgotten,
But ol' hag Hulda, She jus' keeps zappin' along.
You an' me, we sweat and strain,
Cuttin' out cancers and treatin' pain.
Prostate (male), breast (female),
While she's in Tijuana to stay out of jail.
Folks gits weary an' sick of tryin'
With AIDS and cancer, An' skeered of dyin',
But ol' hag Hulda, She jus', keeps zappin' along.
(misc.health.alternative added because of relevance)
--
Peter Bowditch
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