I went to the Doc to see what’s wrong with me,
He turned out to be a pill-pusher MD,
As he reached for his pen with the drug name on it,
I said, “Stop right there, mon frer, I don’t want it!”
He said, “You must be crazy,” as I broke for the door,
Crashed into somebody, and landed on the floor,
With a slutty type of woman lookin’ down at me,
She had the names of different drugs displayed on her bikini.