Spattergroit

You wake up one morning, and there on your face
Are angry red spots that you just can’t erase
Well, you scratch and you pick, hoping they’ll disappear
But still they remain, just to fill you with fear

And pustules of purple appear on your skin
And then you must know how much trouble you’re in
It’s quite contagious and spreads ’round quite fast
So the friends you had are now part of the past

So, a pimple’s annoying and acne’s a pain
But, if you catch this, your whole life’s down the drain
‘Cause spattergroit (whoa oh)
Isn’t much fun

There’s still more to come, and there’s still more to tеll
Because the disеase is only half of the hell
‘Cause spattergroit (whoa oh)
Isn’t much fun

To be rid of this curse is no easy deal
The one cure there is will sure make you reel
Where potions and spells work for the pox
The spattergroit cold is quite hard to outfox

I hope you like liver and like being nude
For the treatment of this is disgusting and crude
The disease may be fatal, so please start to act
Our only wish here is to keep you intact

So, the cure may be funny, and the name may appeal
But you won’t be laughing when standing in eels
‘Cause spattergroit (whoa oh)
Isn’t much fun

As you laugh at it now, I wish you the best
But please heed this warning, as you don’t want a test
‘Cause spattergroit (whoa oh)
Isn’t much fun

‘Cause spattergroit (whoa oh)
Isn’t much fun