Full Lyrics
I bear about by day and night
The most acute of maladies;
To picture it in black and white
The object of this ballad is.
Permit me, gentle hearer, please,
To breathe in your auricular;
I suffer from the fell disease
Called nothing in particular.
To render it the more intense,
And nearly unendurable,
My Doctor says, in confidence,
’Tis totally incurable.
My mind has threatened, ere today,
To lose its perpendicular,
And fall a melancholy prey,
To nothing in particular.
