All of my friends come to see me last night, I was laying in my bed and dying. Annie Bonneau from St. Angel say the weather down there so fine. Just want to have a little peace to die, And a friend or two I love at hand.
Fever roll up to a hundred and five.
Roll on up, gonna roll back down. One more day I find myself alive, Tomorrow maybe go beneath the ground. And it's just like any other day that's ever been. Sun going up and then the sun going down. Come around, come around.