How long will they play along?

If you recall, last week we told you about our new coworker Bueller. (Here's the link if you missed it) We suspected that we'd have more stories of "illness" from Bueller. Sure enough, today we heard a doozie.

Bueller left a message on the voice mail this morning. This is a direct quote, near as we can recall. "I can't come in right away this morning. I'm going to the doctor because I'm still getting the sicks, really bad. I might be in after the doctor or I might be late or I might not be in or I might just be late."

The sicks?

We just can't figure that one out. What in the world are the sicks? We went around the rest of the day chanting "I've got the really bad sicks." We think it should be a song. If you have any recommendations of songs we could rewrite using the words "I've got the really bad sicks" we'd love to hear it. Leave your suggestions in the comments.