I know the way you feel I know it ain't too good
I know it feels like there's detergent in your blood
But don't you worry, gonna make you feel alright
I'm gonna lift your black depression, help you through the night
I'm your man, you know I'll help you if I can
Cos I'm your Doctor
I know you're desperate, I really sympathise
I see the morbid horror flicker in your eyes
But rest assured I'm gonna help to ease your pain
I'm gonna put a thousand tiny implants in your brain
I'm your boy, I'll make you undulate with joy
Cos I'm the Doctor
Don't get too depressed, I've found a way to help your case
A little hypodermic sends you into outer space
You'll feel much better when you take these little pills
I'm gonna give you 60 bottles, I believe in overkill
Heart attack, you know you're never coming back
Cos I'm the Doctor
Writer(s): Ian Kilmister, Edward Alan Clarke, Philip John Taylor
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