doctor doctor tell me where
is my heart and medicare

my headache lungs and lower back
drive me crazy you big quack

aspirin rest and moderation
oh you genius you sensation

i know the truth is simple too
but not so simple me and you

let's disengage let's go our way
trade our wives throw in our pay

take the children from the school
laugh and play and be the fool

but what you say of higher ends
best reach the middle from there it bends

the past the future now are one
in iron-lung no songs are sung