Mel-a-noma come on over.
Come and cover me with scabs.
Put freckles all about my face,
Put moles across my back.
Melanomas are just tumours,
Tiny kisses from the su-u-u-n.
We're here to say to everyone that,
Cancer can be fun.

Cancer took her left arm,
Her right lung and her leg..
She'd love a cigarette now,
But she's got no mouth to beg.
She's had a uterine prolapse,
She's covered in bed sores.
But I've heard that girls like yourself,
Are popular in bars.

Cancer is the answer,
It'll get you in the end..
It'll rot your bowel and bile-duct,
And then kill all your friends.
The body is a transport,
It's temporal and corrupt.
And AIDS is just another way,
of telling you you're fucked.

Some friends have died of cancer,
And some in other ways.
I've buried what is left of them,
In tiny little graves.
And all the graves lie side by side,
Upon the window sill,
But the flowers that are growing there are looking slightly ill.
So you've got to see the funny side,
You'll laugh until you cry.
And without euthanasia,
You'll cry until you die.

Lyrics submitted by miss_depp, edited by DougsGirl

Cancer song meanings
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