Medication

Ah, please don’t inject me, inspect me or protect me,

‘Cuz I wont be a problem anymore.

I’ll be a good little boy, I’ll be your perfect little toy,

But please, don’t inject me anymore!

Medication – It’s time for your medication.

Ah, the needle feels so thick, and these pills they make me sick,

So you know I’ll be a good boy here today.

And I promise not to run, or go searching for the sun.

So please, lock me up and go away!

Medication – It’s time for your medication.

(Don’t be difficult now – we don’t want to get the doctor do we?)

And when I’m old and grey, we will all look back and say;

“Oh it’s been such a lovely, lovely day”.

But don’t be so assured, if you think that I am cured.

So inject me once again, for the/that good old days!

(Medication) – It’s time for my medication! – (It’s time for your medication).

(?) – (?)down the hole – (hold him down nurse, hold him down). - (?) – (?)down the hole.