I´m so bored of being sick
But it helps me breathe
When I´m alone like a tree

Doctors, run, come help me quick

I don´t know what it is
But there is something wrong with me

Give me more
I´m sorry now about it
Give me more
I´m more than that

I´ve got blood and I´ve got love
I am so damn happy to be awake
Shake me up with pills to take
Tell me why the bellyache

Give me more
I´m sorry now about it
Give me more
I´m broken down, forget it
I´d like to be more

And I want an orange tree

If in ten days I´m not dead
I will get on out and use my legs
Run myself a clear green bath
Keep the good times rolling
And that my friends, is that