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Dancing Spleen
(To the tune of ABBA's Dancing Queen)
Lyrics by Leif Picoult
You’re at home, you’ve got the hives.
An ad cuts off Desperate Housewives.
Ooh, the mascot whirls, watch it preen,
Diggin' the dancing spleen.
Friday night and you’re home alone.
Drug makers think you have a kidney stone,
Or any number of ailments,
They pitch many things,
Tackle that itch or sting.
Psoriasis? Well, say goodbye.
Is your blood sugar level too damn high?
With a pill or injection,
Everything will be fine.
Sure, side effects, take a glance.
It’ll be worth the chance.
Witness the dancing spleen,
Solve all ills, even your gangrene.
Dancing spleen,
Beat the heat from a hot flash scene, oh, yeah.
You can lance a boil or hive,
Keep your frail body alive.
Ooh, see that zit, wipe it clean,
Diggin' the dancing spleen.
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