There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
There is no cure
There is no cure for it

He takes her aside of McCarthy's
Says: I'm gonna die
She says: Archie, these are big wigs
For once don't make a scene
Then let's do a line, or go sailing
Say that you're mine
She says: Vaguely
And loose lips could use a little gin

There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
There is no cure
There is no cure for it

Well, oak, mahogany, walnut
Who gives sixteen fucks what I'm buried in
Leave my money to stray dogs
Or some crumbling church I've never been in

There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it

Let's go for a ride, she says: I'm up early
He kicks it to drive, a cigarette burning
Downtown, a techicolour grin
Do you wanna die? Keep it to 40!
He's starting to cry, says: Never be boring
She says: Tough ground, I'm a boss, now reign it in

Two families called up
By some sorry cop looking for kin
One wordless widow, one ex who says
Huh, are you sure that it's him?

There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it, no no no
There is no cure for this
No, there is no cure for this, no cure for it