Lyric

Our band has a disease

I have some kind of problems

Is there anyone who can cure

A disease immediately?

The guitarist has a weak knee and

When he is drunk he's bad conduct

The vocalist is affected

By the phobia of children

The drummer spreads red wine

Like a fountain from the hip

The bassist is a foreigner

Our band has a disease!

I got a drug from a quack

Doctor as medicine

It's like Florence Nightingale

Doesn't go to the Crimean war

Cure our sickness early!

I go to the hospital

Though the probability to healed

By a quack doctor is low