Hack it up, hack it up;
'tussis makes your lungs resound.

You're hacking like a stripling who's smoking Wides;
Huge reports come from your insides;
Wet sputum's inflected this way and it pours on me;
I'm clever. . .got injected at around month 3.

Hack it up, hack it up;
'tussis makes a tuba sound.

Declinin' lung strength, an alarming pace--
Merely count to "1" and get blue in the face.
You fling spray all night; this sickness restricts "in" wind,
And you're forced to breathe like you phoned and sinned.

Need an ampoule now--power stick, here we go.

Super cough lodges briefly. . .bursts from your throat
Like Tourette's epithets, things brayed--victims freely emote.
You get to hackin' and writhin' and such;
Your sternum is burnin'; I get mean and touch.

[labored sax solo]

Ingestion suggestion: don't try forced-quaff drinks
Because the forced air stream will spurt drink in the sink.
You honk like ram that's rutting, yeah, you blundered good:
You were a fool to get infected; DPT shot withstood.

Stubborn cough, stubborn cough
'tussis makes a loud lung sound. . . .