Surgeon

I spent the summer on my back

And over attack

Steel 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 the 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