Sick Glenda Songtext
von The Lonely Island

Glenda, I love you
You are my number one pick
But every time I call you
You say that you′re sick


Glenda, are you dying
Or just avoiding me?
Either way, it's a bummer
But I hope you′re dying

Glenda
I'm sending the doctor to you (to you!)
And if he finds you well
My heart will break in two

Sick Glenda, are you a coward
Or do you have the flu?
Sick Glenda, sick Glenda
Get better or fuck you