Listen doctor I have pain
That grows inside myself
Shelf me please I just can't ease the pain
I need some drugs to help
Ah pollution fills my lungs
And convolution fills my mind
Ah my legs do ache I contemplate
That living's less than fine
My spine does tingle
When I think of being Freed from this curse
But what is worse I feel
Life is a bubble Blown until it's burst
Oh doctor I am desperate
To get rid of this feeling
Oh doctor I am desperate
For some good soul healing
The doctor turned and gave a grin
And reached into his bag
But instead of an injection
Got a record with a tag
That said listen to this daily
With hip shaking and such things
Then he puts the record on
Grabs a mic and starts to sing
You need some
One four five
To make you high to make you high
Doctor I am feeling better
What was that you sang
One four five
To make you high to make you high
The doctor turned and gave a grin
And reached into his bag
One four five
To make you high to make you high