When Sick Call Comes
Tune: I’ve Got No Strings
When sick call comes, there you’re found, fingers sprained and headaches pound
Patients, hypochondriacs, all with ailing backs
Oh how the stethoscope feels so very cold to me, I’d like some Geritol and a band aid for my knee
At night I cough, and wheeze, and sneeze, Dr. ______, a prescription please
For all these things that you do, here’s our thanks to you
Patients, hypochondriacs, all with ailing backs
Oh how the stethoscope feels so very cold to me, I’d like some Geritol and a band aid for my knee
At night I cough, and wheeze, and sneeze, Dr. ______, a prescription please
For all these things that you do, here’s our thanks to you