Fixing your maladies

Did you ever see My Big Fat Greek Wedding? Yes? I identified with the father. He was the one who sprayed all his maladies with windex. I don't use windex, but I say "Pour peroxide on it!" The last time I had a sore throat, I woke up on a Sunday morning unable to swallow and went to bed that night totally cured. Peroxide! Don't breathe through the foaming fumes, don't ingest any, and rinse thoroughly. Hope I've convinced you.

How do I feel? I feel better than James Brown, and he feels good, so it goes something like this:

Whoa-oa-oa! I feel better than James Brown, I knew that I would, now
I feel better than James Brown, I knew that I would, now
So better than James Brown, so better than James Brown, I got you

Whoa! I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you

{ sax, two licks to bridge }

When I hold you in my arms
I know that I can't do no wrong
and when I hold you in my arms
My love won't do you no harm

and I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you

{ sax, two licks to bridge }

When I hold you in my arms
I know that I can't do no wrong
and when I hold you in my arms
My love can't do me no harm

and I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, well I got you

Whoa!
I feel better than James Brown, I knew that I would, now
I feel better than James Brown, I knew that I would
So better than James Brown, so better than James Brown, 'cause I got you
So better than James Brown, so better than James Brown, 'cause I got you
So better than James Brown, so better than James Brown, 'cause I got you