Jorma Taccone - Sick Glenda lyrics

Glenda I love you, you are my number one pick But every time I call you, you say that you're sick Glenda, are you dying or just avoiding me? Either way's a bummer but I hope you're dying Glenda, I'm sending the doctor to you (to you!) And if he finds you well, my heart will break in two (oh!) Sick Glenda, are you a coward or do you have the flu? Sick Glenda, sick Glenda, get better or f** you