I spent the summer on my back Another attack Stealing just to get along
Turn off the TV, wait in bed Blue and red, Somethin' to get along.
Best, finest surgeon Come cut me open
Dress the undressing for a wall If mother calls, She knows well we don't get along
I tell the mailman, "Never you mind I'll sift through the piles" For him to just get along
Best, finest surgeon Come cut me open (repeats)
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