Let’s go BACK to 1968 to get the most COMPREHENSIVE, most SPECIFIC, and most, um, [fill in the blank] song about communicable diseases by Lindy Michaels.
After listening to this I feel I’m now qualified to practice medicine!
By the way, is that Nigal Tuffnel on guitar?
Well, in a way this is uplifting. If she can write this type of music and sell it, I suppose anyone can.
Ha ha! Yup, see — hope for us ALL!!
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