You`re the Cure for What Ails Me — текст песни (Cab Calloway)

I was once a delicate child,
Watched the other kids run wild,
While they played with guns and ropes,
My only toys were stethoscopes;
I was a chronic, "Now how`ve you been?"
Then like a tonic, you blew in;
You`re the cure for what ails me, and you do me good!

Down with an apple every day,
Down with the ultraviolet ray,
You`re the cure for what ails me, and you do me good!

You can go starve a fever,
You can feed a cold,
But I don`t fear fever and I can`t get cold,
You`re my pick-up kabish,
You`re my Arrowhead Springs,
You`re my Battle Creek, Mich!

I was a weakie, meekie lamb,
Now I can shoulder Boulder Dam,
Your smile never fails me, hi-ho, lady, knock on wood,
You`re the cure for what ails me, and you do me good!