Streptokokolo

Luka Bulic · Other Songs - Luka Bulic

Tri'es odsto vise kostat ce nas dopunsko
probah se razbolit tek onako pokusno
s malom prehladicom, al' djubretararski
s boka, napadne me ceta
ljutih streptokoka

Dragi streptokoce, ma neka si mi dosao
mjesec dana proslo, al' ti jos prosao
a necu te se rijesit
nemam za to para
eto mi sustanara

Kokolo, kokolo, streptokokolo moj
streptic moj, ja sam stanodavac tvoj
kokolo, kokolo, streptokokolo moj
eto novo dno, krece cicat i HZZO

Kokolo, kokolo, streptokokolo moj
streptic moj, ja sam stanodavac tvoj
streptokokolo, kokolo, kokolo
eto novo dno

Streptokok moj i HZZO
streptokok moj i HZZO
streptokok moj, cica nas i HZZO

Streptokokolo

A bacterial infection becomes an unwanted flatmate in this comic song about healthcare costs. The narrator tries to get sick only a little, then finds himself hosting a stubborn colony of streptococci for weeks because he cannot afford the treatment that might send them packing. The refrain’s affectionate “my streptococcal” nickname gives the illness the status of a roommate who has overstayed the lease.

The humor is rooted in a real anxiety beneath the absurdity: the lyric links medical care with money, turning a familiar infection into a story about what happens when treatment feels unaffordable. It does not provide enough detail to establish a particular health policy or actual case, so the song should not be treated as reporting. No independent review or verified release history was located. Bulić’s satire makes the complaint memorable by domesticating it; a bacterial infection is no longer invisible, but the tenant who refuses to leave. The joke lands because the narrator’s body has become the apartment, and he has no easy way to evict its guest.

As a comic song, it relies on personification and a nursery-rhyme-like refrain to turn medical frustration into something listeners can sing back. The choice of streptococcus as a houseguest is an absurdly literal extension of an illness that refuses to leave, while the rent metaphor gives the joke its everyday frame. The lyric’s mention of treatment costs adds a serious edge, but it does not identify a specific health system policy or case. Its tonal balance is the point: the song lets laughter communicate a real anxiety without pretending the comedy is a substitute for medical information.