Look at this stuff, isn’t it neat?
Wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete?
Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl, the girl who has everything?
Look at this stuff that I’ve been sold
How much insulin can one syringe hold?
Looking around here you’d think, sure, she’s got good readings!
I’ve got lancets and needles a plenty,
I’ve got glucose tablets galore
You want meters? I’ve got twenty!
But who cares? No big deal…I want carbs!
I want to eat what the people eat
I want cake and give me some candy!
I want a pancreas that really works with….
what do you call it? Oh, insulin.
Pricking your fingers is not much fun
Beta cell’s are required for eating sugar
I want the stuff that’s…what’s that word, again? Oh, sweet!
Out where they feast without a thought
Out where they eat all day what they want
Without this disease, wish I could eat all of those carbs.
What would I give if I could live with a good pancreas
What would I pay to spend a day stuffing my face?
Betcha I’m low or maybe I’m high
There’s never a good reason why.
Bright young people, sick of sticking, ready to eat!
And ready to live how the people live
Eating what they eat without testing
Where are all of my strips when I need them most?
Out where they feast without a thought
Out where they eat all day what they want
Without this diabetes, then I would have…
a good pancreas!