Paddy McGinty's Throat

Paddy McGinty, an Irishman of note,
Fell into misfortune, wi' cancer o' the throat.
Says he, "of cows beef, I think I've had me fill",
"I'll leave the rest to providence, me doctors, and me pills!"
So Paddy took his chemo, like he's supposed to do,
Standing all the side effects, sitting on the loo,
Dinner through a feeding tube, keepin' him afloat.
Paddy started fightin' back his cancer o' the throat!

Then Paddy met his surgeon, an angel with a knife,
And with the care and support, from an angel of a wife,
Paddy laid himself on the operating bed,
And drifted off to sleep, tho' Paddy wasn't dead!
Cause one year later, Paddy's N.E.D.,
Instead o' havin' dinner, he's havin' two or three,
And 'cept for bunjee jumpin', and a smaller size o' coat,
Paddy's a survivor of cancer o' the throat!


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