Flying high on ether, adrenachrome and reefer
Smiling like a dog with a Treacher Collin's face (Ooh!)
Me, I feel fantastic, but I smell like burning plastic
And my mind is as elastic as the fabric of space
I’m far too weird to live, (Far too weird to live)
But I ain’t too rare to die (Ain’t too rare to die)
Take a good, hard look
You can see it in my bloodshot eyes!
They call me Doctor Sunshine, (Call me Doctor Sunshine)
I’ll make you feel just fine (I’ll make you feel just fine)
I’ll write you a prescription for some sunshine in your life!
See, I’m seeing clearly-just ask Timothy Leary-
Excеpt for HPPD, which gives me the spooks (Aah!)
If I go psychotic, at lеast it’d be exotic or ironic
Tell me, what would Hunter Thompson do?
I’m far too weird to live, (Far too weird to live)
But I ain’t too rare to die (Ain’t too rare to die)
Take a good, hard look
You can see it in my bloodshot eyes!
They call me Doctor Sunshine, (Call me Doctor Sunshine)
I’ll make you feel just fine (I’ll make you feel just fine)
I’ll write you a prescription for some sunshine in your life!
I’m looking to live
‘Cause I know I’m going to die (I know that I’m going to die)
Take a good, hard look
You can see it in my dilated eyes!
They call me Doctor Sunshine, (Call me Doctor Sunshine)
I’ll make you feel just fine (I’ll make you feel just fine)
I’ll write you a prescription for some sunshine in your life!
