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I Am Corona
03:09
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I Am Corona
Lyrics: Henrik Widegren. Music: Henrik Widegren, Markus Nilsson, Tobias Ekqvist
From me to you
I’m free and I’m new
From town to town
I travel around
From mouth to hand
From airplane to land
It’s a revival
I have gone viral!
I am Corona, Corona
I’ll give it to you
The new kung fu flu
I am Corona, Corona
From me to you
The new kung fu flu
My biggest fans
Don’t clean their hands
You are an ace
When you touch your face
If you pick your nose
I’ll give you a rose
Cough without cover
And you’ll be my lover!
Chorus
And now it’s time for the Corona dance!
First do the cough
Then do the sneeze
Then do the fever
Then do the freeze
Then the fatigue
Then do the headache
Then try to breathe
Then do the panic
I am Corona, Corona
Say hooray!
I am RNA
I am Corona, Corona
It’s hard to stop
This pandemic pop
I am Corona, Corona
I am the queen
I’m Covid-19
I am Corona, Corona
I’ll give it to you
SARS-CoV-2
First do the cough
Then do the sneeze
Then do the fever
Then do the freeze
Then the fatigue
Then do the headache
Then try to breathe
Then do the panic
Intro
C Am7 C/F G
Verse
F F C G F F C G
Dm7 Dm7 C G G/F G/F C/G G E7 G
Chorus
C Am7 C/F Am7 (G)
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2. |
The Savannah Hypothesis
03:54
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The Savannah Hypothesis
Music, lyrics: Henrik Widegren
Darwin caused a revolution
And nothing was like before
He invented evolution
Which no one could ignore
The Pope declared: This is a sin
Professors popped Champagne
Cause suddenly everything
Was very easy to explain
We lived on the savannah
Our home for very, very long
And all the time evolution
Trimmed the genes that were wrong
Life on the savannah
Fight or flight to survive
The pressure caused a selection
The fittest genes stayed alive
When you’re stressed and your blood
Pressure is getting higher
It’s because pressure’s good
When you met a hungry tiger
And pizza tastes marvelous
Because of salt and fat
And that was very good for us
When we were lean and flat
If you are hyperactive,
And a universal bother
You can tell your teacher:
“I was made to hunt and gather”
Fall in love with beauty queens
And your kids get better genes
Fall in love with a Portobello
- No I’m sorry, you’re just a weirdo
Chorus
Recitative:
And we can explain everything with the Savanna hypothesis:
Children enjoy opening Christmas presents, because the paper reminds them of the rustling leaves of the banana plant, which had very nutritious fruits.
We like to scroll on our smartphones, because the thumb movement reminds us of how we used to brush away termites from ancient berries.
We like Bruce Springsteen's roar in Born To Run, because it reminds us of the gorilla's signal for: “Come here, I've opened a coconut”.
And we like to like on Facebook because the thumb resembles an inverted nipple. And that reminds us of breast milk, which is rich in nutrition and antibodies.
Chorus
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3. |
When I Did My Internship
03:17
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When I Did My Internship
Music, Lyrics: Henrik Widegren
Monday morning eight o’clock, every one was there
It was the opening grand round of the week
The intern who had been on call was a little meek:
“I’m sorry, I’ve only had four hours of sleep”
The fellow turned around and shook his head and smiled
"Four hours? Little miss, now listen to me
I did my internship in 2009
And only slept for an hour. Once I got three
And the next day I was so energized and free
That I operated all day, happy as could be!”
The consultant turned around: “You got one hour? Please!
My internship was in Texas -95
I was on call every night for a week
And if I slept fifteen minutes I felt so alive
I ran around the ER, CPR:d and revived
And all of my patients always survived
And I thought: This is life. This is what makes me thrive!”
Now the professor suddenly woke up and smiled:
“Oh, listen up children. You have a lot to learn
My internship was in Alaska -65
And I was on call from Christmas to July
And I was fired if my eyelid covered my eye
And we did well without a CT-scan or MRI
The only food we got was rye and kidney pie
But I was always happy and with gratitude I’d cry!”
But suddenly there was a roar from the morgue
And the former CMO spoke in a trance
He had been dead for 15 years but this was his encore
To speak about his internship in Murmansk:
“I was on call for seven years and during this time
I didn’t get to sleep at all, nor a single dime
The food I got was water. On Sundays I got slime
I had to write a paper every day or I was shot
And then I had to remove the bullet myself!
I got tuberculosis and my pubic hair turned gray
But I was grateful and I smiled every single day!”
Then someone cried: “We have a flatline in room ten!”
And everyone went back to work and seemed a little stressed
The former CMO went silent and died again
So the intern rushed to treat the cardiac arrest
But everyone agreed that it was for the best
Because she had had four hours of rest
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4. |
Man Cold
04:02
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Man Cold
Music, lyrics: Henrik Widegren
I feel the Reaper
Breathing down my neck
I’m sinking deeper
Like a useless wreck
I have no hope
The light is white and beautiful
But will my children cope
With their dad's funeral
I feel like I am made of phlegm
I listen to my requiem
It is dark in Hades’ hole
And he does not provide Tylenol
Man cold, man cold
I have got a man cold
I’ve never been this low
Man cold, man cold
A major man cold
No woman will ever know
Man cold, man cold
A deadly man cold
It’s like I’ve been hit by a train
Man cold, man cold
A fatal man cold
No woman can feel this pain
I’m drifting off
I can see an angel
But then I cough
Yellow, green and painful
It’s goodbye
I am barely alive
My fever’s running high
Thirty-seven point five
And you can laugh and have your fun
But now there’s almost evidence
That my lack of estrogen
Is the cause of this nemesis
Chorus
Mother Mary
This is scary
Can you ever realize?
How intense a
Manfluenza
Is. Can you hear my cries?
Chorus
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The Ballad of the Superstar Surgeon Paolo Macchiarini
Music/Lyrics: Henrik Widegren
Ladies and gentlemen
Please, let me sing
Let me tell a story,
So hideous and grim
It is just as crooked
As a tortellini
It is about the surgeon
Paolo Macchiarini
T’was in Stockholm, Sweden
Two thousand ten
A surgeon was recruited
By enterprising men
They celebrated with
Champagne and Martini:
”Hooray we got the superstar
Paolo Macchiarini!”
He wanted to facilitate
The patients’ respiration
With advanced medical
Regeneration
He thought outside the box
And anything goes
So he planted stem cells
On a garden hose
But some people were
Somewhat sceptical
What if the new trachea
Did not stick at all?
But no one likes
A naysaying genie
So they cheered and bowed
To Paolo Macchiarini
The next year in Stockholm
Opening night
The OR was packed
Everybody wanted a bite
But Paolo loved animals
Protocol, be cursed!
So he tried the operation
On humans first
In fancy papers he
Described his victory
And soon he operated
Patient two and three
But he forgot to mention
Something very odd
How the first patient was
Coughing up blood
Next in line was Julia
Not sickly at all
He told her that the risk
Was very, very small
She had a family and her hair
Was blond like linguine
She trusted the surgeon
Paolo Macchiarini
So Paolo kept busy
And patients in line
But the plastic airways
Weren’t doing fine
The tracheas are perfect
Reported Macchiarini
But the tracheas looked like
Rotting zucchini
One day four doctors
Finally awakened
And shouted out:
“The emperor is naked”
But the board said:
“How have you acquired
These medical records
We could have you fired”
But soon everybody
In this world could see
Plastic doesn’t work
But there was no plan B
Slowly the patients
Lost their breath
Their new, fantastic airways
Caused a slow death
At last Macchiarini
Together with the board
And the president
Were fired. Thank the Lord
But they’ve got new jobs
Are safe and sound
While half a dozen patients
Lay in the ground
So why do I sing this?
Why do I bore ye?
Because we must never
Forget this story
A mixture of Bergman and Fellini
The ballad of the surgeon
Paolo Macchiarini
The superstar surgeon
Paolo Macchiarini
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6. |
The Very Last Blues
04:27
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The Very Last Blues
Music, lyrics: Henrik Widegren
My woman, she left me. She left me today
But I feel fine. I am okay
My money’s gone. My purse is dry
So I have to tell my old house good bye
But I am cool with that. I am chill
I’m taking a happy pill
This is the very last blues
Everybody’s happy today
A little pill instead of booze
And the sky will never be gray
This is the very last blues
BB King is a dinosaur
Tell Bessie Smith the news
No one’s got the blues
No one’s got the blues anymore
It’s been raining for days. My street’s a pool
But I can see the sun. I am cool
The news are all wars and murder trials
And we have trashed the earth, but we just smile
Do I seem like I have become insane?
No. I have SSRI in my brain
This is the very last blues
Muddy Waters, rest in peace
A little pill with the morning juice
And all my anxiety will cease
This is the very last blues
Oh, Robert Johnson this is bad
Tell Bo Diddley the news
No one’s allowed
No one’s allowed to be sad
One in ten people in Sweden today
One in ten Swedes pop the blues away
One in ten needs medication
One in ten seems like inflation
But what is wrong with the other nine?
The nine that say all is fine
And walk around, happy and gay
And think everything’s okay!
This is the very last blues
Everything’s going my way
A little pill, and I can’t lose
Good is not enough today
This is the very last blues
Clapton’s got no one to sing for
Tell Ma Rainey the news
No one’s got the blues anymore
No one’s need the blues anymore
No one’s got the blues anymore
Verse
GGGG CCGG DCDC GG
Chorus
AAAD AADE DADA DAED DCGG
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7. |
The Revenge of the Nerd
03:44
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The Revenge of the Nerd
Music, lyrics: Henrik Widegren
When I took the school bus
I never got a seat
And in football, the ball
Never touched my feet
On days when we had group work
I always stayed in bed
When we went on class trips
I wished I was dead
I thought the library was my home
The doctor thought: Asberger syndrome
Who am I
In this world
They all cry:
“You’re a nerd”
Why am I
Even here
They say: “Why
Are you so weird”
I applied to college
And suddenly I found
People who were nice to me
Who thought the earth was round
They wanted to know why
To learn and classify
And joked about chemistry
And that made me high
And for the first time in my life
I had hope that I might find a wife
I am me
In this world
I’m no sheep
In a herd
I am free
Like a bird
I am me
I am a nerd
I wrote my first review
I got my PhD
I was made professor
And dean of faculty
I’m always hard at work
Diligent and prudent
How convenient that I married
My PhD student
Spoken: And now I can do whatever I want! I can study the love life of banana flies. Analyze postmodernist German architecture. Explain the blood supply to the right adrenal cortex. And research the crap out of Shakespeare’s works prior to Titus Andronicus!
I can fly
I can fly
In this world
I have a brain
I feel no shame
And to the world
I say it loud
I am a nerd
And I am proud!
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8. |
Anesthesia 101
02:43
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Anesthesia 101
Music, lyrics: Henrik Widegren
What do they do? How does it work?
I wonder every day
Where did they learn? How can they cope?
Is there a way?
They have potions. They have charms
It’s truly magical
The secrets of anesthesia
Seem supernatural
But I have studied, googled and now I understand
This is anesthesia 101
One: Take the medium syringe with Fentanyl
Two: The big syringe with Propofol. Sleep tight, my friend
Three: The small syringe with Rocuronium
Four: Intubate and then it’s coffee break again
They are cool. And they rule
When they turn on the gas
Never far, cause they are
Always on their butts
If you talk too long they turn on
The sleep machine
They like drugs a little too much
Especially morphine
They can make Goliath go to sleep
They can make the big machine go beep
Chorus
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9. |
Free Cosmetic Surgery
03:39
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Free Cosmetic Surgery
Music, lyrics: Henrik Widegren
The minister of health was depressed
Thought everything was dreary, dull and grey
And although she did her very best
Nobody looked at it that way
So she thought: What do voters want?
To be happy and beautiful and free
She suddenly had a brilliant idea
We will offer free cosmetic surgery
Nip a little here, tuck a little there
Reduction and suction. A fill and a lift
Just a little bit, so your ass won’t quit
Tummies and hips. Noses and lips
We’ll open the door to rich and to poor
We’ll give you a fill, won’t bother to bill
Feeling depressed? Go lift your breasts
Cosmetic surgery will be free!
So all the sick were kicked out
The doctors really needed lots of space
For the poor who wanted to replace
Every faulty feature in their face
And they planned a big, new department
Almost like a small institute
An ER open twenty-four seven
To patients with ugliness acute
Nip a little here, tuck a little there
Reduction and suction. A fill and a lift
Just a little bit, so your ass won’t quit
Tummies and hips. Noses and lips
We’ll fix you in blink. It’s better than a shrink
“With my little laser, I can fix your face, sir”
No happy pill can beat a dermal fill
Cosmetic surgery will be free!
Now they had to open new clinics
And GDP rose by one hundred percent
There did not seem to be any limits
They got a visit from the president
Surgeons flew in from every country
Not a single one left in Hollywood
The bars started to empty
Cause no one had to drink to look good
But one day, everyone was good looking
Not a single, ugly person in the land
All the new clinics were closing
The surgeons had to leave their wonderland
So the minister had to do something
She introduced a new and sexy trend
Being really ugly is the new thing
And so everyone had surgery again
Nip a little here, tuck a little there
Reduction and suction. A fill and a lift
Just a little bit, so your ass won’t quit
Tummies and hips. Noses and lips
If you lift your ass we’ll offer you a glass
Of champagne. It’s okay to be vain
Come with your breasts and we’ll have a fest
Cosmetic surgery will be free!
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Hey Daddy, Give Me an Xbox
Music, Lyrics: Henrik Widegren
Hey daddy, give me an Xbox!
Hey daddy, give me an Xbox!
I know it’s something new
But I will always love you
And I will never be blue
If you give me an Xbox
And do you know what I’ll do?
Do you know what I’ll do?
I will play violent games
Where I shoot out human brains
And people go up in flames
That’s what I’ll do!
And do you know what happens then?
Do you want to know what happens then?
On the Internet I’ll find a friend
Who says his name is Sven
But actually his name is Glenn
And he grows weed
I will do my homework and shine like a light
I will eat my veggies and sleep every night
I will not drink alcohol and I will never curse
And I won’t Google naked ladies, but daddy first:
I will buy a lot of drugs
I will buy a lot of drugs
And smoke them in my room
And fill the room with fumes
Until my brain goes boom
And I won’t brush my teeth!
Then I will become a crook
Then I will become a crook
And rob old ladies every day
So the cops come and take me away
And in prison I will say:
Thanks for the Xbox!
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11. |
The Anti-Vaxxer
02:51
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The Anti-Vaxxer
Music, lyrics: Henrik Widegren
Measles is back
Measles is the new black
It has gone viral
It has a revival
I met a man
He said it loud
I’m an antivaxxer
And I am proud
He said: You know, it’s hot
To refuse the shot
He said:
Give me no injection
I want the real infection
My human right is
To get meningitis
I’m doing it for those of us
Who miss getting tetanus
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!
Give me no shot!
Give me no shot!
Big Pharma
Has a plan
The government controls
Every man
Chem trails
Are no joke
The moon landing
Was a hoax
Don’t worry. Let it go
No one gets sick of polio
Give me no injection
I want the real infection
I think it rocks
To say that I have small pox
Don’t waste your chances
Of cervical cancer
Say stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!
Give me no shot!
Do what you feel
Tuberculosis no big deal
I went to school
And hepatitis is cool
Let’s build a healthy nation
On antivaccination
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!
Give me no shot!
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12. |
The Nigerian Letter
04:18
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The Nigerian Letter
Music, lyrics: Henrik Widegren
Liam was lonely. Liam was single
He was on Tinder every night
Liam referred to himself as an incel
He didn’t make any women swipe right
But late one night he got an email
At first he thought it was a joke
But then he saw it was from a female
Her name was Mary. And she wrote, I quote:
Dear Mister Liam, I am the daughter
Of late sir Dunga, minister of war
I seek your assistance to transfer all his money
And if you would help me half of it is yours
So if you send five thousand dollars to this bank
You will meet the criteria
And you will get twelve million dollars in cash
Sincerely, Mary from Nigeria
Nigeria, Nigeria
He got a letter from Nigeria
Nigeria, Nigeria
Cause Mary lived in Nigeria
Liam smiled with tears in his eyes
This was a sign, a gift from above
Twelve million dollars sure would be nice
But first and last, he was in love
So he sold his car and all that he had
But all his money was not enough
He went to his friends, who thought he was mad:
“It is a scam. She is a bluff!”
So he went to the bank and showed them the letter
“Look, what I’ve got. Wonderful news
You’ll earn a thousand for every dollar
This an offer you cannot refuse”
However the banker wasn’t impressed:
“We have to decline your business proposal
The risk is too high, and may I suggest
You put your mail in the garbage disposal”
Nigeria, Nigeria
You have got a letter from Nigeria
Nigeria, Nigeria
Never ever trust Nigeria
So he got a job as a chef and au pair
Waitress and roadie in a band
And forty weeks later the money was there
And he wrote her a letter by hand
Dear miss Mary, I hope you’re okay
I got the email from you
Here is the money and I have to say
I love you. Mary, I do
After a week someone rang at the door
He opened and Mary smiled and said: “Hi”
She put down her bag of money on the floor
And kissed him and she never said good bye
Nigeria, Nigeria
He got a letter from Nigeria
Nigeria, Nigeria
He got a letter from Nigeria
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13. |
Do Not Touch Your Phone
03:39
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Do Not Touch Your Phone
Music, lyrics: Henrik Widegren
We’ve been married many years
But now you’re gone
I have shed a million tears
But you’ve shed none
He’s young and he is hot
I’m old and I am not
He has a new design
I’m like a Frankenstein
Do not touch your phone (Don’t touch. Don’t touch)
You can touch me (Touch, touch. Touch, touch)
Do not like your phone (Don’t like. Don’t like)
You can like me (Like, like. Like, like)
Your eyes drift away
You don’t care if I stay
Don’t play with your phone
Play with me
You never look me in the eye
You’re always looking down
You don’t see how I cry
I miss you being around
He has a fashion shell
And you’re under his spell
I drink my Zinfandel
And he can go to hell!
Do not touch your phone (Don’t touch. Don’t touch)
You can touch me (Touch, touch. Touch, touch)
Do not like your phone (Don’t like. Don’t like)
You can like me (Like, like. Like, like)
You’re in love with your phone
You don’t care if I’m alone
Don’t play with your phone
Play with me
I understand. You have no choice
You’re just turned on by Siri’s voice
Why do you want to be with an app
When I whisper: Come, sit on my lap
//:Do not touch your phone. You can touch me://
Do not touch your phone (Don’t touch. Don’t touch)
You can touch me (Touch, touch. Touch, touch)
Do not like your phone (Don’t like. Don’t like)
You can like me (Like, like. Like, like)
Do not check your Instagram
Check out your naked man
Don’t play with your phone
Play with me
Don’t play with your phone
Play with me
Don’t play with your phone
Play with me
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14. |
MRSA
04:25
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MRSA
Music, lyrics: Henrik Widegren
I have immigrated to the cold Sweden
I think I like it because I am a heathen
I travelled with a Swede, who was on vacation
But required hospitalization
He came to my ward for just one day
And we hooked up right away
Cause I am an MRSA
Yes, I am an MRSA
I liked it on his skin. It was nice and juicy
And the wounds were to me like sushi
But when I came to Sweden I grew impatient
To get to know and grow on every other patient
A house in the nose and a condo in the groin, hey!
A million children were born every day
Cause I am an MRSA
Yes, I am an MRSA
I am an MRSA
Yes, I am an MRSA
Then suddenly the party was over
They discovered that I was their guest
The disinfectant gave me a hangover
And I got isolated and depressed
The new medicines killed my wife
And I considered taking my life
But in stepped my hero. Wonders do exist!
An otorhinolaryngologist
He was so relaxed and kind of like a sidekick
And best of all: He didn’t use gloves or antiseptic
I crawled on his finger, full of admiration
And watched while he did his full examination
But then, suddenly, his finger rose
And my doctor, mm, poked his nose
And I am an MRSA
Yes, I am an MRSA
I liked living in the doctor’s sniffer
Some think a nose is gross, but I beg to differ
We played hide and seek under the concha
And had a wild water slide up on the mucosa
My doctor met patients every day, hooray!
And I invaded them like it was D-day
I am an MRSA
Yes, I am an MRSA
But suddenly I was feeling blue
I gave my doctor meningitis
He ended up in ICU
And they discovered me in his sinus
They gave him a broad spectrum hit
And I thought: This is it
But I was saved from my isolation
By a hospital consolidation
I have immigrated to the cold Sweden
This hospital merger is an Eden
They moved my doctor to another town
Now I have another chance to move around
This is so exciting. I won’t get bored
This is so inviting. A virginal ward
M.R.S.A…
Cause I am an MRSA
Yes, I am an MRSA
Cause I am an MRSA
I am an MRSA…
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The Upper Airway Obstruction Management Song
Music, lyrics: Henrik Widegren
Everybody needs to breathe
A statement true and fair
So nobody feels at ease
When someone’s lacking air
So when your patient’s airway is blocked
Do like this and avoid being shocked
Step one: Relax
Step two: Relax
Cause if you take it easy and utilize your head
Nobody in the room will end up dead
Step three: Time to look
Where is the block?
In the lung? In the throat? Use your stethoscope
Take a look with a fiberoptic laryngoscope
And now. Step four
Have the airway secured
Reduce the swelling or consider an intubation
Pick up a foreign body in jet ventilation
Step five: In conclusion
Evaluate your decision
Cause if the patient’s breathing isn’t better than before
Please go back to step four
But if a patient is distressed
By shortness of breath
The lungs are fine. The throat is free
Hmmm… What could it be?
Keep in mind, from time to time, it’s hard to relax
And all of us can suffer from panic attacks
But remember, we are here to train
Please join me, in this last refrain
Chorus
But if you can remember only one rule
Remember: Be cool
And don’t forget to breathe, cause if you do you’ll soon be two
Whose faces are blue
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There Are a Thousand Songs of Love But None About the Bowel
Music, lyrics: Henrik Widegren
There are a thousand songs of love
Love that’s pure and strong
But none about the bowel
So I have to sing this song
Life without love
Is sad and filled with grief
But life without rectum
Is brief
There are a thousand songs of love
Of love’s eternal magic
But none about the kidney
I think that is tragic
Life without kisses
Would really suck
But life without a spine
Good luck!
Your heart is your best friend
Trustworthy and dear
It beats every day and night
Year after year
And the loove of the liver
Is honest, sincere
It never comments when you eat fat
Or drink a beer
There are a thousand songs of love
That’s a well-known thing
But none about the spleen
That is why I sing
A life without a smile
Is a little sad
But a life without bile
Is bad
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I’m Santa Claus and I am Yours
Music, lyrics: Henrik Widegren
An empty sack
The candy’s all gone
The wine is mulled
The TV is on
Every child
Has gone to bed
And I have been kind
All dressed in red
Darling…
Ho, ho, ho
Here I am
Don’t say no
To your man
I am done
And I’m your hon
I’m Santa Claus
And I am yours
Yes, yes, yes
Yes I do
Have a
Ha, ha, hard
Package for you
Old Saint Nick
Will do his trick
It’s Christmas Eve
And you’ll receive
I had a coat
But not anymore (Oh dear…)
And my red pants
Are on the floor (Oops…)
But my little, red cap
I’ll let it stay
Cause I know that you
Like it that way
Ho, ho, ho
Here I am
Don’t say no
To your man
I am done
And I’m your hon
I’m Santa Claus
And I am yours
Yes, yes, yes
Yes I do
Have a
Ha, ha, hard
Package for you
Old Saint Nick
Will show his gift
It’s Christmas Eve
And you’ll receive
Hear me whisper: Ho, ho, ho
The ceiling’s full of mistletoe
If you follow Rudolf’s light
I’ll slide down your chimney tonight
Ho, ho, ho
Here I am
Don’t say no
To your man
I am done
And I’m your hon
I’m Santa Claus
And I am yours
Yes, yes, yes
Yes I do
Have a
Ha, ha, hard
Package for you
Old Saint Nick
Will do his trick
It’s Christmas Eve
And you’ll receive
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Never Google Your Symptoms
Music/Lyrics: Henrik Widegren
One evening, my father said: My son
I’m dying and soon I’ll be gone
But before my final farewell:
Hear me. And hear me well
Do whatever you want to do
Have a plan or roll the dice
But one thing is strictly taboo
Please, follow my advice
Never google your symptoms
That is my only prescription
You get a hundred diagnoses
And medieval prognoses
Every sign is a serious condition
If you google “cough” and “diagnosis”
You have got Corona virus
And if you google “fever and red”
You’ve got Ebola and soon will be dead
And if you google “I’ve a runny nose”
It’s CSF. Your brain is leaking juice!
And if you google itch and prognosis:
Anaphylactic chock or psychosis
So never google your symptoms
Seldom it brings any wisdom
You want to discover
But you might uncover
That you have an extra chromosome
So this is what I heard my father say
And then he closed his eyes and passed away
The autopsy report was very clear
Death from hypochondric fear
Which is custom
When you google your symptoms
Never google your symptoms
The hit list is never awesome
Pain in your left arm?
Heart attack alarm!
Do you feel a little weak? Yes, you’ve got ALS!
If you have a slight anemia
You’ve got leukemia!
Are you a little crazy?
You’ve got ADHD!
So never, ever google
Your symptoms!
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Henrik Widegren Sweden
"There are a thousand songs about love, but none about the bowel"
Henrik Widegren
is a medical doctor who started writing geeky songs about medicine, healthcare and science when asked to perform at a hospital after work in 2012.
Now he has released six studio albums and has a YouTube channel (Henrik Widegren) with music videos. The latest album, Doctor Feelgood, was released September 18.
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