RANDY NEWMAN lyrics - Doctor, Doctor

My brother's a machinist and he works at the mill

And he makes more money than you ever will

He just got married to a Polish girl

With a space between her teeth

When he was ten or eleven years old

He was helping out my Pop in the barbershop

Sweeping up the hair as it would drop

On to the boardwalk and out of the shop



Doctor, doctor, what you say?

How 'bout lettin' him out today?

I can promise you he'll be OK

There ain't no reason for him to stay



Get him back on his feet again

Back on his feet again

Open the door and set him free

Get him back on his feet again



One day he was workin' in the barbershop

Knocked over some bottles with the handle of his broom

And he cried

Daddy took him to a baseball game, and still he cried

Daddy took him to the zoo, and still he cried

Daddy said, "Son, I ain't angry,

But I'm so disappointed in you."



Get him back on his feet again

Back on his feet again

Open the door and set him free

Get him back on his feet again