I'm sick of being sick
I'm sick of feeling ick
I don't like it not one bit
I don't like it I may throw a fit.
I'm sick of being sick
I'm sick of feeling ick
I have headache
I have stomach ache
I'm sick of being sick
I'm sick of feeling ick
I'm sick of this yes I am
I'm so sick I don't even want chowder of clam
I'm sick of being sick
I'm sick of feeling ick
From head to toe
I just want to go
I'm sick of being sick
I am, I am
I'm sick of the headache,
the foot ache
the stomach ache
the soreness all around
I'm sick of it
I'm sick of this
Oh what I'd give
to just not be sick
There is stomach flue,
there is cold
all of these you can be told
There is home sick
air sick
there's sick of being cooped up
there sick of eating from a cup
What sick am I you ask
If only I did know
I may be cured if I did
none the less
I'm sick of this sickness,
I'm sick of it now,
I want it to be over
I want it to be done
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