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.



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Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Mercolanoma Rap

It’s been a while since I’ve done one for my favorite snake oil salesman and purveyor of carcinogens, ‘Dr.’ Mercolanoma. Wishing you all a joyous and sun-safe Independence Day, here’s The Hotel Melanoma version of George Thorogood & The Destroyers’ “Who Do You Love”…


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C5Aabx80gV4&feature=related



You’ve blogged forty-seven kinds of cow pies, you got a cobra snake for a website
A grand big house on the rich side, and it's a-made out of teenage kids’ hide
Got your brand of UV that you sell non-stop, and it's a-made lots of humans skulls
Come on have a little talk with Doc Ozzy, and tell me U do you love!
U do you love!
You do you love!


Now to hound the brown you use your rattlesnake lips, make it sleazy Joey won't you give me health tips
U do you love!
You do you love!


You’ve got a tombstone hand and a graveyard mind, you lust money’s hue and you don't mind lying
U do you love!
U do you love!
You do you love!


Mercola hook a-me by fine scam, he said " brown some, gorge, you can’t under-tan,
U do you love!"
His hide were dark and his lies just flew, “brown the healthy way with home tan bed new”
Get a bump ‘cause nobody ‘screened, you should've turned your hide green
U do you love!
You do you love!
U do you love!
You do you love!


Yeah, you’ve got a tombstone hand and a graveyard mind, lust money’s hue baby you don't mind lying
Baked skin blues, Doc C sell them on the street, hawk your sunshine toxics and your mole deadly treat
Yeah, U do you love!
You do you love!


You’ve blogged forty-seven kinds of cow pies, you got a cobra snake for a website
A grand big house on the rich side, and it's a-made out of teenage kids’ hide
Got your brand of UV that you sell non-stop, and it's a-made lots of humans skulls
Come on have a little talk with Doc Ozzy, and tell me U do you love!
U do you love!
You do you love!

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