You Got To Change Your Tanning Ways

To the tune of Santana’s “Evil Ways”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdjeQUJwFk8


You’ve got to change your tanning ways… baby
Before oncs start loving you.
You’ve got to change… baby
And every word that I say, it’s true.
You should be ‘screenin, not frying
Tanning bed clown.
You’ll have docs scanning and seeking
And drugging you down
This can’t go on…
Lord knows you got to change… baby.

When you get brown… baby
Your moles will grow and your skin gets old
You’re hanging ‘round… baby
In clinic halls with a doc or two
You’re getting tired of waiting and ‘fusin more rounds
You’ll find some doctors, who will make you come to hate brown
This can’t go on…
Lord knows you got to change

When you get brown… baby
Your choice is stark and the odds are cold
You’re hanging ‘round… baby
With cancer docs and that chemo flu
You’re getting tired of waiting for scan results now
You’ll find insurance, that won’t pay your claims and you’ll drown
This can’t go on…
Lord knows you got to change

Yeah … Yeah … Yeah …