The Maxes: Music/Lyrics

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This song was written by Josh Max's great uncle Al Hoffman (1903-1960) and originally recorded by Eartha Kitt in 1956.

There is no cure for l’mour
Because la’mour is toujours
They have a drug for every bug
But for l’amour, there’s no cure
That’s for sure.

For a sprain there’s a cure
For a strain there’s a cure
And even for a buzzin’ in the brain there’s a cure
You can wear a toupee
When your hair flies away
But whatchoo gonna do when you’re in love?

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For an itch there’s a cure
For a twitch there’s a cure
And even for what ails the idle rich there’s a cure
They can take up the slack
When your back’s out of whack

CHORUS