INTENSIVE CARE 

I've just been beaten-up by a ted, 
Because of our song " Elvis is dead ". 
He rearranged my teeth though he weren't a dentist, 
I would have run away but I was a bit pissed. 

 Intensive, intensive care, 
 I'm in intensive care 

He pushed me up against a brick wall, 
Then he kicked me around like I was a football. 
He kicked me in the face then he trod on my head, 
And then he ran away 'cos he thought I was dead. 

I tried to get up though I was bleeding and bruised, 
I shouldn't have bothered 'cos I met bad news. 
Around the corner were another three, 
And they all kicked the shit out of me. 

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