I heard it on the news today
That, someday, before you're dead,
You can get a whole new body
To go with your aging head.

Or, you could have your head replaced
If the old one's not so nice.
Heck, you could have them both
Replaced, once or twice.

You might even get a new brain
A much better one, I pray.
You surely don't want one
Some jerk has thrown away.

They say, someday
It will come true
That I could have the body
Of a gal of twenty-two.

And if pop's not happy
With my aging head
He can always cover it
With a sack, when we're in bed.

One thing tho, that worries me
Where will we get the parts
If no one ever, never
From this world departs.?

I predict that someday, soon
The transplant doctors everyone.
Will say,"Before you get a body,
Show me the money, hon."

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