Cure Is You

When I caught that flu back in 1392
 You always kept a few remedies on hand to use
 A boiled pigeon feather, sweet potato roux
 Fat of calf, on half an apple chicken stew
 Stick a leech between my eyes
 If it dies, don't act surprised
 Cut it up, shoot it up, ooh ooh
 The only cure is you
 The only cure is you
 Help me doctor, I can show you where it hurts
 For all the powders and the pills I'm somehow worse
 Something's wrong and I don't think it's in my head
 I seen the buzzard flying low above my bed
 The point has hit the prick
 This little world of ours is sick
 Cut it up, shoot it up, ooh ohh
 The only cure is you
 The only cure is you
 The only cure is you
 The only cure is you