Art G's Golden Years
Remember that singer, Art Garfunkel
He developed a painful carbuncle
Got down on his knees
Said, 'Don't lance it, please'
The mere thought of blood makes me cry 'Uncle'
Of course, old Art's lost most of his hair
Back in the day, he sure had lots up there
But once he got old
He had this bad cold
Misdiagnosed ~ His doc shaved his head bare
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