Whack-a-Mole Rock

It’s getting perilously close to the first of the month, when various and sundry melanoma awareness advocates will tell me it’s once again time to perform a skin self-examination. Seeing as how I’m rather frequently donning the blue gown and paying a lot of money to melanoma specialists to do that for me, I’ll take a pass and do my best to squint while looking in the mirror to shave. But just in case you are going to follow this sage advice and take an up close and personal look at your carcass, and then post selfies of any suspicious moles on Facebook, here’s some music for mole-checking to the tune of “China Grove” from The Doobie Brothers…

When the sun comes up on our sleepy little towns
Frown about bad skin tone
And the folks are risin' for another day
'Round about their homes
The people of the gown are strange
And they're proud of where they pale
Well, you're talkin' 'bout find-a- mole
Oh, find-a-mole

Well, the seeker and the peeker
Lord, they're all cautious
They on the stalk of the brown
Then the checkup gets too spyin’
And you ain't fryin'
When the sun comes shinin’ down
You pray that your doctor’s been trained
And dear skin is lookin’ the same
We're talkin' 'bout the find-a-mole
Oh, find-a- mole

But every day there's a new thing comin'
We pray for a monumental brew
The research man’s our buddy
It’s our tanner’s reward
News can even be confusing at times

And though skin’s the start of the ‘noma fate
People don't seem to care
They just keep on cookin' to be creased

Talkin' 'bout the find-a-mole
Oh, find-a-mole