When I was just a little lad
I'd an abscess on my thumb
You'll have go and get it lanced
And squeezed out said my Mum
It went all sorts of colour
And throbbed and throbbed away
But I didn't like the sound of
Having it lanced and squeezed that day
I went to school as usual
And showed it to my mate.
He said you'd better get that fixed
Or it will be too late.
That black line going up you arm
That's the poison that you've got.
And when it reaches to your heart
You'll have had your flipping lot.
So Mum and I went on our way
The doctor man to see
She held my hand quite tightly
So that I wouldn't flee
The house was just an ordinary one
With a brass plaque on the door
I noticed once we'd rung the bell
My thumb didn't feel so sore.
But Mrs doctor answered
And I was dragged inside
Lanced and squeezed I duly was
I thought I nearly died.
Back at school I met my mate
And fainted in a heap
My mate said look I told him
He's dead and I was reet.