The Tumor

I have a tumor and I've named him Fred,
If he grows any bigger then I'll be dead,

But Fred will live on in a bottle at a museum,
And people will walk by and look up and see him,

They'll say "What the hell?" and "What is that?"
And Fred will say "I'm a tumor and you're fat!"

Children will cry and men will point
And hippies will laugh after smoking a joint

And I'll be dead and buried and gone
But Fred will live on and on and on.