Too Many Problems

Echo my ego
Don't want Pellegrino
Ran outta club soda
Daisy puked on the sofa
I can't remember where I left my health card
And now I've gotta schedule an ultrasound for my balls

Every April tastes like acid rain
But this particular renewal brought a constant pain
Oh gawd I'm gonna die
Bring on the radiation therapy and inspirational sunsets

Too many problems
And not enough dynamite
Too many left turns to right

I know the answer: it's gonna be cancer one way or another
Should I tell my mother?
And back at the office, they need me (I got this)
I'm pushing and pulling and pushing and pulling

Another hairball on my couch again
And I forgot to send anothеr set of cheques for rеnt, but
I know I'm gonna die
So if I miss a month they'll have to sue my tumour-ridden, kitty-eaten carcass

Too many problems
And not enough dynamite
Too many left turns to right