歌词
He's not a well man
And he's getting worse
If he had any sense he'd be in bed
With a graduate nurse
A couple big specialists
High-priced consultation
And outside, waiting in the hall
Assorted large and small
Poor relations
His aches have got aches
His pains are in pain
And what sizzles and frizzles inside there
All the smartest professors could not explain
They wouldn't know what
Be quick as you can
Time I haven't got
You're dealing with not *cough*
With not a well man
I'm not a well man
Get worse every year
All the medical doctors give one look
They're amazed I'm still here
I should own a pharmacy
For just my prescriptions
My bills for only pills alone
Would chill you to the bone
With conniptions
What I have been through
No man could recite
It would make a heartbreaking play or story
That only Turgenev, maybe, could write
A tragical plot
How can I plan?
Time I haven't got
You're dealing with not *cough*
With not a well man
I'm not a well man!
Written by: Harold Rome
