Another Ode To The Big C

A request, a schmaltzy ballad from the 60’s, The Association’s “Cherish”…



Perish is the word I use to describe
All the feeling that I have raging here for you inside
You don't know how many times I've wished that I could cure you
You don't know how many times I've wished no one endured you
You don't know how many times I've wished that I could
Beat you down to some stage that would
perish thee as quick as I perish flu

Oh I'm beginning to think that docs have never found
The meds that could make you leave me
That have the right amount of agents, all at slight cost
That could make you fear, make you flee
And have me drivin' C out of my mind

Oh I could say I’ll beat you but then you'd realize
That my fate’s yours just like a thousand other guys
Who'd say they’ve left you for all the rest of their lives
When all they wanted was to slow your pace, your plans
And braise into tanned fries

Perish is the word that more than applies
To the hate in my heart each time I realize
That I am not gonna be the one that fares poor genes
That I am not gonna be the one you spare your schemes
That I am not gonna be the one to bear what
Seemed to be good fries and I could
Perish from such a cause as yours

Perish is the word I use to describe
All the feeling that I have raging here for you inside
You don't know how many times I've wished that I could cure you
You don't know how many times I've wished no one endured you
You don't know how many times I've wished that I could
Beat you down to some stage that would
perish thee as quick as I perish flu

And let’s do perish you
And let’s do perish you

Perish is the word

I think I could lip sync better than any of these guys!