Doctor Doctor, my heart is on tight
It sings like lobsters when you boil them alive
Oh, there's no cure, but with butter and chives
And a little wine on the side you'll be fine
Living with you
Is making me sick
I don't know how your cat takes it
Hey!
Cool it kid
Hold your ground
The wheels that are running you down
Will come around
Caller caller, hold on the line
There's no answer in the tea leaves tonight
You said: "You're no outlaw if they take you alive"
Then you put your hand on the back of my hand
Living with you
Is making me sick
I don't know how your cat takes it
Hey!
Cool it kid
Hold your ground
The wheels that are running you down
Will come around
Yeah!
Cool it kid
Hold your ground
The wheels that are running you down
Will come around
