| Already late to the union hall
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| Tired and dragging my feet on the ground
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| Doctor Feelgood lives right down my street
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| I feel run over and he heard me speak
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| «Doc please I’m getting weak in the knees»
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| And he said, «Cry tough, son, cry tough»
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| I told him about my dancing blues
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| And why I had to fill the band tonight
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| «Doctor Feelgood, I promised this lady
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| If I can’t dance, she gonna break my nose»
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| He said, «Easy now, boy, 'cause I’ve got the antidote»
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| And he said, «Cry tough, for that girl on the floor
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| Help her up and watch her beg for more
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| Cry tough, go down your soul
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| You just need another shot of rock and roll»
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| Just need another shot of rock and roll
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| Take it away
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| Babe I been cripple since they threw me in school
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| Until I caught this new kind of spool
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| Called dancing fever and I have to have it
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| Crazy Doctor Feelgood encouraged my habit
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| All his time he would devote to discover the antidote
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| And he said, «Cry tough on your crutches too
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| You were born to be a dancing fool»
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| Cry tough, go down your soul
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| You just need another shot of rock and roll
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| Yeah, just need another shot of rock and roll
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| Look out
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| I need another shot of rock and roll
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| Need another shot of rock and roll
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| Need another shot of rock and roll |