"This organ's not inside your head," she said to me.
"It's in the abdomen, anatomically.
I'd like to help you understand, hepatically.
There must be fifty ways to love your liver."

She said, "It's really not where food that has been chewed
Is digested into tiny molecules.
But it makes bile which into the gut is spewed.
There must be fifty ways to love your liver."

Chorus:
Just lay of the smack, Jack. Eat some more bran, Stan.
Make the right choice, Royce. Just listen to me.
Cut out the brew, Sue. Don't want to be yellow, fellow.
Eat your protein, Gene, and let your liver be.


She said, "Hepatitis pains your liver so.
It usually comes from viruses, you know,
In contaminated food and used hypos.
There must be fifty ways to love your liver."

She said, "Remember how cirrhosis makes you bawl.
It comes from drinking too much alcohol."
And I realized that though she had a lot of gall,
There must be fifty ways to love your liver.

Chorus:
Just lay of the crack, Jack. Eat some more bran, Stan.
Make the right choice, Royce. Just listen to me.
Cut out the brew, Sue. Don't want to be yellow, fellow.
Eat your protein, Gene, and let your liver be.