Mushy the Mushroom

🎶I want a pancreas for Christmas🎶
Only a new pancreas will do
I don't want a gallbladder , no lousy liver
I want a pancreas to eat with and enjoy
I want a pancreas for Christmas
I don't think Santa Claus [my real lyrics replaced due to religion rule] will mind, do you?
He won't have to watch what my body puts me through
Just add it instead of the old one
That's the easy thing to do
I can see me now on Christmas morning
Rolling to the table, through the house ‘round the stairs
Oh, what joy and what surprise
When I open up my mouth
To take a bite without passing out! 
I want a pancreas for Christmas
Only a new pancreas will do
No cerebrum, or respiratory system 
I only like pancreases 
And pancreases like food
I want a pancreas for Christmas
A pancreas is all I want
Mom says the pancreas would make me eat up all the bacon
But maybe my new pancreas would be a vegetarian
I want a pancreas for Christmas
The kind I had the summer I was two
There's lots of room for it in my two gaunt rib cage hollows
I'd feed it there and hold it there
And give it its massage
I can see me now on Christmas morning
Rolling to the table, through the house ‘round the stairs
Oh, what joy and what surprise
When I open up my mouth! 
With a glucose gauge that doesn’t go out! 
I want a pancreas for Christmas
Only a new pancreas will do
No cerebrum, or respiratory systems
I only like pancreases 
🎶And pancreases like food 🎶

~My most munchable medical madness music single yet: The food-ingestion-induced-“hangover” holiday hits. 


*no regrets*

*best day ever*

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