Well, my appetite, it ain't a-working right
And my heart keeps skippin' time
Oh, misery! It's killin' me, in this old soul of mine
One thing I'm sure: penicillin won't cure
And I've got it, I got the petticoat fever
And it's makin' a believer, out of me
I get it, ever' time I leave 'er
And the petticoat fever, boy it's killin' me
I sent for the doctor to come
And he took one look at my tongue
But when I told him what I had done
He said to me
Said, boy, you've got it, you got the petticoat fever
And it's makin' a believer, out o' me
Well, I've got it, I got the petticoat fever
An' ever' time I leave 'er, I get a brand new case
When I'm with her, I walk the streets of glory
But this petticoat story, that's like that other place
I spent my very last cent
That I'd saved for payin' my rent
Just to buy me an oxygen tent
Here's what I learned
You can't cure it, not the petticoat fever
And it's makin' a believer, out o' me
Well, I've got it, I got the petticoat fever
And it's makin' a believer, out o' me
Man, that petticoat fever, it's killin' me!