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.