Ulcer - Loudon Wainwright III

I’m workin' on my ulcer

Tryin' to do in you

I’ll burn a hole into my stomach

You could drive a dump truck through

I seem to sear in anger

My stomach’s not so thick

The anger turns to acid

The doc says that does the trick

Everytime we tangle

The feelin' is the same

The ache is nowhere near my heart

But my gut feels the pain

You used to drive me crazy

Then you make me mad

Finally I got angry

And now all I am is mad

I’m workin' on my ulcer

It’s goin' really good

I got excessive acid build up

Underneath my hood

I’m anxious and I’m worried

And I’m guilty and I’m pissed

Off at you, the knife is in

Why not give it a twist?

There’s cancer and there’s heart attack

And there’a all kind of stroke

Drunken drivers and tornadoes

And earthquakes are no joke

I got a time bomb in my tummy

It’s gonna make me sick

Yes, and everytime I think of you

I feel that time bomb tickle

I’m workin' on my ulcer

I’m workin' on my ulcer

I’m just a business man

You keep give me the business

That’s your battle plan

And I sit there and I take it

A glutton for punishment

It isn’t long before I feel

Like I swallowed some cement

I must be masochistic

That’s what’s wrong with me

I must get off on this anguish

This anxiety

Never mind the Rolaids

Pepto Bismol — it’s too late

Put an ocean in-between us

And I’ll come out buffer state

Workin' on my ulcer

It’s comin' right along

So long stomach lining

I’m singing your swan song

There’s a knot inside my breadbox

The doc told me what to do

He said, «Avoid alcohol and caffeine

And cigarettes and you»

It’s a modern problem

I endure a lot of stress

Yes, I’ve eaten up my insides

Where there was more, now there’s less

But I’ll feel so much better

I’ll feel practically brand new

I’ll be a different person

When I get away from you

Workin' on my ulcer

Workin' on my ulcer

Workin' on my ulcer

Workin' on my ulcer