[Lyric] Cabin Fever (Isaac Paris)

My groceries froze in the back of my car
I tried to hitchhike to anchor-town didn’t get too far
And that theatre chick bitch won't return my calls
If I don’t get some release I’m going to kick down some walls
I got cabin fever and a nasty case of blue balls

I don’t have scarlet fever oh no
And I don’t have typhoid fever oh no
I got cabin fever girl and you will be my cure

So her advances turned out to be imagined in my head
I guess I don’t know proper threesome etiquette
I got cabin fever, hand me a moist towlette
Well I will forgive your anhedonia
If you’ll pardon my saliromania
Ive got, cabin fever and schadenfreude

I don’t have mambo fever that’s fo sure
And I don’t have disco fever that’s fo sure!
I got cabin fever, be my thermometer
I don’t have banana fever that’s for sure
I don’t have peach strawberry, nectarine plum
Watermelon, orange, apple, starfruit fever
I have cabin fever, be my food processor