One Four Five

Listen, doctor, I have pain that grows inside myself Shelf me please I just can't ease the pain, I need some drugs to help While pollution fills my lungs and convolution fills my mind Oh, my legs do ache, I contemplate that living's less than fine My spine does tingle when I think of being free from this curse But what is worse I feel life is a bubble blown 'til it's burst Oh, doctor, I am desperate to get rid of this feeling Oh, doctor, I am desperate for some good soul healing The doctor turned and gave a grin and reached into his bag But instead of an injection got a record with a tag That said listen to this daily with hip shaking and such things Then he puts the record on, grabs a mic and starts to sing, "you need some" One, four, five To make you high, to make you high (one, four, five) To make you high, to make you high (one, four, five) When heaven falling from the sky (one, four, five) To make you high, to make you high (one, four, five) At times like this you need someone, four, five Doctor, I am feeling better what was that you sang? Did you write it or recite it or just steal it from a band? All my bones seem to be stronger and my spirit's feeling fresh Whoa, that dose of one, four, five has put the life back in my breath "Yes, yes, yes," the doctor said then he sat me down and say "Young man, don't think I wrote these chords They're written in your brain" And when you hear them there's a shakedown that begins with the mind 'Cause these three chords make people feeling better all the time Whoa, they keep repeatinglike a scratch on a CD But it's quality 'Cause these three harmonies breed positivity Protect against insanity of modern insecurities Believe me when I tell you all you need is to be hearing all that One, four, five To make you high, to make you high (one, four, five) To make you high, to make you high (one, four, five) When they said what and you said why (one, four, five) To make you high, to make you high (one, four, five) At times like this, you need someone, four, five The doctor turned and gave a grin and reached into his bag But instead of an injection got a record with a tag That said listen to this daily with hip shaking and such things Then he puts the record on, grabs a mic and starts to sing Well, the doctor turned and gave a grin and reached into his bag But instead of an injection got a record with a tag That said listen to this daily with hip shaking and such things Then he puts the record on Grabs a mic and starts to sing, "you need some" One, four, five To make you high, to make you high (one, four, five) Oh, when could not count to pi (one, four, five) Well, when you're told you can't fly (one, four, five) To make you high, to make you high (one, four, five) At times like this you need someone, four, five Whoa, baby (whoa), whoa Hum