SPOKEN:
He bent this way, way down to the ground;
He’s bothered now by a plight,
And I think he threw out something, too.
He said things that weren’t very nice

My boyfriend’s back’s wracked and he’s going over doubled:
“#@%^*&!!!” My boyfriend’s back.
I believe that number L5 disc has ruptured, bubbled:
“#@%^*&!!!” My boyfriend’s rap.
Down below L5, S1 harm’s rocked ’em too:
“#@%^*&!!!” My boyfriend’s sacked.
He’s lookin’ now for a strong narcotic brew:
“#@%^*&!!!” My boyfriend’s wracked.

Hey, on bed now he is lyin’
And he’s cryin’ that he’s dyin’.

He’s been prone for such a long time:
“#@%^*&!!!” My boyfriend’s back.
Because his back is spine-misaligned:
“#@%^*&!!!” My boyfriend’s rap.

He’s now feelin’ sorry he was ever born:
“#@%^*&!!!” My boyfriend’s back.
He went to a quack; that was awful wrong:
“#@%^*&!!!” My boyfriend’s cracked.

He’s now feelin’ sorry, and a lot he’s sworn:
“#@%^*&!!!#@%^*&!!!!!!” My boyfriend’s rap.
He begs a real doc for drugs awful strong:
“#@%^*&!!!” My boyfriend’s slack.

Hey, some opioids he’s eatin’
And his bleatings become fleetin’.

Now he can’t think and has constricted eyes—
A snooze, a snooze.
An addict man now, oxycontin is his prize—
And booze. . .
Wasted, he.

My boyfriend’s back has caused a grave new situation:
Oh no, oh no! my boyfriend’s tack.
Too much he’ll use, he’ll go on permanent vacation
U-oh! Uh-oh! my boyfriend’s tack:

Vein, now the needles comin’
And he starts the plunger pumpin’.

[intralude]

Glazed eyes he.

My boyfriend’s slack; he has too much medication:
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My boyfriend’s tracks.
Too much he used, he’s now on permanent vacation
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My boyfriend’s slack.

Hey, now, hey, now, my boyfriend’s slack,
He’s real numb. . . .