Surgeon

I spent the Summer on my back

Another attack

Steal you just to get alongTurn off the TV, wait in bed

Blue and red,

Somethin' to get along.Best, finest surgeon

Come cut me openDress the undressing for a wall

If mother calls,

She knows well we don't get alongI tell the mailman, "Never you mind

I'll sift through the piles"

For him to just get alongBest, finest surgeon

Come cut me open