Cab Calloway — Youre The Cure For What Ails Me

I was once a delicate child Watched the other kids run wild While they played with guns and ropes My only toys were stethoscopes; I was a chronic, "Now how've you been?" Then like a tonic, you blew in; You're the cure for what ails me, and you do me good! Down with an apple every day Down with the ultraviolet ray You're the cure for what ails me, and you do me good! You can go starve a fever You can feed a cold But I don't fear fever and I can't get cold You're my pick-up kabish You're my Arrowhead Springs You're my Battle Creek, Mich! I was a weakie, meekie lamb Now I can shoulder Boulder Dam Your smile never fails me, hi-ho, lady, knock on wood You're the cure for what ails me, and you do me good!