Good Morning
I wake up in the morning,
with my joints all stiff and sore.
I reach for that magic tool,
I keep in the dresser drawer.
At first it starts to tingle,
I feel like a little kid.
Suddenly the heat kicks in,
now I feel like I once did.
Oh Biofreeze,
When I roll you on my skin.
your healing power begins,
and your warmth starts to sink in,
I’m ready for the world again.
My neck, shoulders, back, and thumbs,
I smear it on one and all.
Don’t care if I start to smell,
like a bottle of menthol.
One thing I must caution you,
this part you must understand.
Before you go take a whizz,
just make sure you wash your hands.
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