The Flu Rap

When your sick as a dog and stuck in bed and hurt so bad you can't read, what do you do?

You do the flu rap. (Get a beat going in your head. . .)

I'm sneezin' and coughin' and cryin'n in my hot drink

My head's so stopped up I can hardly begin to think

I let the steam from the hot drink go up my cold nose

I'm holdin' the hundredth tissue ready for some mo blows

I'm chillin', I'm sweatin, my body is all confused

My forehead is hot, my feet are cold, I am not amused

I pour down the meds and I pray a lot

I'm tryin' to keep the humor, but the hubby will tell ya, it's just about shot

I'm doin' the flu rap

ba da da ba da da

I'm doin' the flu rap, why?

Because I can't do anything else at the moment except cry

I'm doin' the flu rap, why?

So I'll laugh instead of cry, that's why!

 

You say I'm crazy, lazy, just a whiney baby,

And I might say maybe, maybe

You may think I'm ready for the looney bin and that's ok

Just don't forget me and remember to pray

I'm doin the flu rap, yeah,

I'm doin' the flu rap yeahhhh.