Good Doctor" Can we do it again Take that, take that [Chorus] You alright star No star You alright star You alright star No star I don 't feel proper
I went to see the doctor He said you're pretty sick You got some real bad habits You'd better stop right quick I said doctor that's real bad news Don
Doctor can you help me please I'm laying on the floor I need a glass of something Like you gave me once before I'll send my little messenger He'll bring
Physician heal thyself Can you cut yourself precise and deep As to reach in and remove whats dying inside of you A colossus of irony Physician heal
I went to see the doctor He said, "You're pretty sick You got some real bad habits You'd better stop right quick" I said, "Doctor that's real bad news
You know I've got so many problems And lately I've been feelin' kind of down I hear You're the one I should talk to I hear You're the best healer around
Help me, help me, doctor, doctor, won't you please? I need your pain killer, doc, shot inside of me Well, I ain't got no money, child, but I been here
"Doctor Fine" is an instrumental.
Baby's long and tall, man she's got it all She's alright, alright Hips have got a sway, shakin' it my way It alright, alright Full-bodied curves, with
it pays Art for arts sake Money for Gods sake Art for arts sake Money for Gods sake Art for arts sake Money for Gods sake Art for arts sake Money
Years ago the phone rang off the hook for Dr. Monroe But he's erased the names in his little black book, he's living alone Oh, you might have seen him
Kevin Grantt/Lesile Winn Satcher Arms, strong as timbers Folding around her like velvet That's the fine art, of holding a woman Eyes, that never leave
Unique] Training, balance Focus, challenge Meditate, silence Skill, talent Broken patterns Have a seat and play your part You must learn to accept defeat "Check my language arts
Call the doctor, Earl is bleeding Tried to pet my pit bull Sam That stupid moron he knows better Now he's in the doctors office And he don't got no fricken
I was put away, 'cause I could not play this game called system of today. Doctor wished me best of luck, told me I'm insane as fuck.
it must be my nerves Rhymes that vaporize dis-ablize and destabilize Pray to God, say Goodbye Six minutes Vinnie Paz you're on Lyrically this is the liberty of Liberal Arts