Introduction

The "Hotel Melanoma" moniker is a metaphor for living with my particular brand of cancer. Except for those lucky few of us deemed "cured", all we cancer survivors are guests of one of the many, many branded hotels in the "Hotel Carcinoma" chain. We can check out any time we like, but we can never leave. Meanwhile, let's be livin' it up; and please support cancer education, prevention, and treatment research.



Tutu Brothers

Thursday, February 9, 2012

I Got You Babe

I really do hate all brands of cancer, particularly melanoma. So here’s a new version of Sonny and Cher’s ‘60’s love song…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AsO8R8u0MYk&feature=related


You prey on young when we don't know
We won't find out until we're grown
Well I don't know if tans caused you
But you got me, and Black C I got you

Babe
I got you babe
I got you babe

They say no drug will slay this gent
Before C’s spurned,
Our money's all been spent
I guess that's so we can’t smoke med pot
But at least I'm sure
Of all the things I’ve got

Babe
I got you babe
I got you babe

I got checkups in the spring
I thank you for chemo fling
And when you’re bad, I wear gowns
And so I get scared, you're always around

Don't let them say your scare’s gone long
'Cause I don't care,
With you things can go wrong
I’ll tell your evil plans online
There ain't no cure for tan beds
Docs can find

Babe
I got you babe
I got you babe

I got you for docs to scan
I got no insurance plan
I got you to stalk with me
I got you so docs poke me
I got you and miss sun light
I got you to cause me fright
I got you, you won't let go
I got you to spread like so
I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe

4 comments: