But first, a little ditty set to the tune of St. James Infirmary. Because it's my thread, and I can.
Singing:
I went down to Walgreen’s pharmacy
To get me a pregnancy test,
And just after I opened that package
I had to go lie down for a rest.
I throwed up for several weeks then,
And also I throwed out my back,
Busted out of all of my clothing
And had to go dressed in a sack
There’s a tenant who’s a-livin’ inside me
And I don’t even know who
It don’t pay no sewer, gas, nor electric
And I can’t evict it or sue.
So slap a “wide load” on my bumper,
And also two flags for clearance
Set a truck with lights on before me
To clear my road in advance.
So now that you’ve heard my story,
Don’t pour me no glass of booze,
I’m dry from here to September,
I got me those pregnancy blues.