Ozzy and Drix

Ozzy and Drix is opening of the show.

Lyrics
Ozzy & Drix, O-O-Ozzy & Drix! Trouble in the air, what'cha gonna do? (It's a cold, it's a fever, or maybe the flu, ah-ah-choooooo!)

Meet Ozzy & Drix, private eye, cuttin' germs and viruses down to size Busy defending all the nerve endings They got guts and nerves vim and verne (They're bad to the bone, even badder in the bladder, Make a scene in the spleen, put the hustle in the muscle, Put the hip in the hips, the word on the lips, ideas in the brain, Keepin' him sane!) Keepin' him sane!

Lookin' good, like a blood cell should (Like a blood cell should!) Ozzy & Drix, O-O-Ozzy & Drix!

Inside the body and mind from the tip of the nose to the behind, They're the protectors of the City of Hector, Ozzy & Drix!