Surgeon

I spent the Summer on my back

Another attack

Steal you just to get along

Turn off the TV, wait in bed

Blue and red,

Somethin' to get along.

Best, finest surgeon

Come cut me open

Dress the undressing for a wall

If mother calls,

She knows well we don't get along

I tell the mailman, "Never you mind

I'll sift through the piles"

For him to just get along

Best, finest surgeon

Come cut me open