Vicodin Vicodin
Makes old ladies spidermen
Flying down the halls, climbing walls
Tormenting staff with false nurse calls
Oh yeah celebrate Vicodin
Vicodin grows you wings
You forget about all bad things
Physical therapist helps you stand
You tap dance on your bedpan
Oh yeah celebrate Vicodin
Vicodin patient’s choice
Helps release that inner voice
Visitors listening shake their head
Were it recorded playback you’d dread
Oh yeah gimme’ my Vicodin
Vicodin has run its course
Your soft voice is slightly hoarse
Stitches healing, on the mend
It hurts less now when you bend
Hey doc thanks for the Vicodin
Copyright 2010 Patrick Granfors