My baby's got rabies.

Not gonorrhea, syphillis or scabes.

She’s absolutely mad about me.

I’m throwing up and showing all of the signs
And I know it’s just a matter of time
'Til my baby’s rabies will be mine!

I haven’t heard this in years!!!

We’ll all join in singing the Hallelujah Chorus with the word “hydrophobia.”

Heeeeeee…too much funny!
A terminal infection
is running through her veins.
No need to take injections,
it’s rotting out her brains.

She’s got boils, she’s got a rash, she’s got a fever, she’s got gas!
She’s pregnant, that’s ok, she’s dying anyway…

Bless you for reminding me of this classic! And curse you because the damn song is constantly running through my mind!

Maybe you should stop biting your dates, Inigo of the goldplated rage issues.

Just sayin’.