♫sittin' here wondering what it's all about♫
♫this rock and roll music that makes you shout♫
♫you tune in on Dogster they're barkin' like mad♫
♫and the dance that they're doin' it don't look bad♫
♫I got that itchy twitchy feeling♫
♫itchy twitchy feeling♫
♫I start rocking and a' reelin'♫
♫my paws and legs start flappin'♫
♫like a hound dog might be yappin'♫

Itchy, itchy, itchy Lyle.  I am pretty sure I have a serious disease.  Don't know how much longer I'll make it.

I have the measles and the mumps
a gash, a rash, and purple bumps
my mouth is wet, my throat is dry
I'm going blind in my right eye
My tonsils are as big as rocks
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
and there's one more--that's seventeen,
and don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
It might be instamatic flu.

Little Bit says, "There is nothing wrong with you, Lyle."  I say, "I am ITCHY!!"  That's pretty serious. 

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak
I hardly whisper when I speak
My tongue is filling up my mouth
I think my fur is falling out
 

Little Bit says, "Silly Loo.  You have allergies.  You are allergic to ragweed."  I say, "I NEVER touched the weed.  Never."

My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight
My temperature is 1-0-8
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear
There is a hole inside my ear!

Little Bit says, "There may be holes in your head, because I think your brain has fallen out!"  I say, "SEEEEE?  I told you I was sick."  She sighs, she rolls her eyes.  Hmm... maybe she has meningitis.