Ah, please don’t inject me, inspect me or protect me,
‘Cuz I wont be a problem anymore.
I’ll be a good little boy, I’ll be your perfect little toy,
But please, don’t inject me anymore!
Medication – It’s time for your medication.
Ah, the needle feels so thick, and these pills they make me sick,
So you know I’ll be a good boy here today.
And I promise not to run, or go searching for the sun.
So please, lock me up and go away!
Medication – It’s time for your medication.
(Don’t be difficult now – we don’t want to get the doctor do we?)
And when I’m old and grey, we will all look back and say;
“Oh it’s been such a lovely, lovely day”.
But don’t be so assured, if you think that I am cured.
So inject me once again, for the/that good old days!
(Medication) – It’s time for my medication! – (It’s time for your medication).
(?) – (?)down the hole – (hold him down nurse, hold him down). - (?) – (?)down the hole.
