| Hey, Doc, hey, Doc, I’ve got to see you
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| Who’s that waking me up at 8:30 here in the morning? |
| What’s wrong with you, boy?
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| Well, Doc, something is bothering me
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| Is that so? |
| Well, tell me about it
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| Hey, Doc, hey, Doc
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| I wonder what’s wrong with me
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| You look like you’re beat to your chops this morning
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| Hey, Doc, hey, Doc
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| My temperature’s one-oh-three
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| Well, let me feel your pulse, let me feel your pulse
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| Hey, Dock, hey, Doc
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| Whenever she looks at me. |
| .
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| Oh, there’s a chick mixed up in this thing here!
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| Say, do you get a hazy spell?
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| Yeah!
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| A crazy spell?
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| Yeah!
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| And do you run around in circles and yell that you need a pill?
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| Hey, Doc, hey, Doc
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| My ticker is on the blink
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| Hey, nurse, hand me my stethoscope over there
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| What do you think?
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| I think what the trouble is, uh, you in love!
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| Well, Doc, that’s a killer. |
| That’s a gasser. |
| That knocks me on out |