Doctor, Doctor, give me drugs, reassurance, lots of hugs, make me well and make me strong, but I’m busy, don’t take long.
Doctor, Doctor, heal my arm, make it better, use your charm, graft my skin and lift my face, fatten my lips, quicken my pace.
Doctor, Doctor, make me well, I don’t want to go to Hell, give me morphine, give me coca, this dratted pain is driving me loca.
Doctor, Doctor, hear my song, I know that I don’t have too long, tell my kids about my love, say I’m watching from above.
Doctor, Doctor, shiny bright, though I call you out at night, there you stand at my front door, saying I have to pay you more.
Doctor, Doctor, bye for now, don’t create a frightful row, spend your day with rich and wealthy, as for me, I’m staying healthy.