When I caught that flu back in 1392 You always kept a few remedies on hand to use A boiled pigeon feather, sweet potato roux Fat of calf, on half an apple chicken stew Stick a leech between my eyes If it dies, don't act surprised Cut it up, shoot it up, ooh ooh The only cure is you The only cure is you Help me doctor, I can show you where it hurts For all the powders and the pills I'm somehow worse Something's wrong and I don't think it's in my head I seen the buzzard flying low above my bed The point has hit the prick This little world of ours is sick Cut it up, shoot it up, ooh ohh The only cure is you The only cure is you The only cure is you The only cure is you