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Tom Smith Disease

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In the Old Days, the priests filled the rituals and feasts With power and magic and mystery, And, when angered, they cursed -- and, to my mind, the worst Was: "May you go down in medical history!" Those woad-wattled Wiccans would wither wide woodlands While widows wept wildly with woe; Well, one of them wailed out a curse, and it failed -- Until just a few days ago! Now I stare at girls' buns and make up lousy puns, I guess I've got Tom Smith Disease, I've got hair on my pudge and a craving for fudge, I think I've caught Tom Smith Disease, Guitar in my left hand, a Pepsi in right, Surrounded by lovelies whose sweaters are tight, I've written today what I'm singing tonight, I think I've got Tom Smith Disease. Well, it started one spring with that Frank Hayes-ish thing That makes you go blank on the words. Frank would just start to croak us a tune, then unfocus His eyes, and say, "That's for the birds!" Now, Frank found fine filk, fitting friendly folks' feelings, Fostered female fen fondling Frank. On me, they draw knife, and say, "That's worth your life!" I guess I know who I should thank. Clark Kent is un-sexed and I'm probably next, I think I've got Tom Smith Disease, I've got Domino Death and Three-Oh-Seven breath, I must have caught Tom Smith Disease, I've got songs about aliens, vicious and grody, Songs about Smurfette and Wile E. Coyote, I wish I could blame it on booze or peyote, But noooooo, I've got Tom Smith Disease.


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