he was a strange madman
and i was shot up just fine
i'll tell you about it later
after another full glass of wine
yeah,
look at him dead asleep
a scandal in the afternoon
cats are dancing in the street
and dogs howling at the moon
yeah,
look at him in the hall
a burning eye for all the men
who thought he was irresistible
i never saw him laughing again
and that's in the past
behind the neighborhood door
the big Doctor with a golden chain
performs operations on the surgical floor
yeah,
and every time he came
i wondered if it was fair
snapping his handsome fingers
and shaking a foot in the air
yeah,
it could last forever
at his age he pays them well
keeping out the rain and bad weather
he'd rather be a buyer than sell
yeah
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Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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