(parody of "Baby Got Back" by Sir Mix-A-Lot)
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I feel sick and I just might die
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And I honestly don't know why
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But when my doc walked in with a huge seringe
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And a big grin on his face I passed out
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Which doctor is mine? Then I learned the witch doctor is mine
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What in God's name am I wearin'?
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My butt's stickin' out of the rear end
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Oh my God, I wanna go back home
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And go to the bathroom
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My homeboys came to visit
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The doc saw my cut and then he kissed it
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A termometer he pulled out
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But he doesn't wanna put it in my mouth
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I said back up! Back up!
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'Cause you ain't gonna shove it in my butt
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I feel much better now
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To Hell with my medicine
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My bed, lead!
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He's poking me all over my head
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The food is made of slime
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And it really should be a crime
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Take the average dinner and eat this stuff
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It comes right back up
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So cooks (yeah) cooks (yeah)
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Does it taste better coming back up (hell yeah)
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My doctor said eat it (eat it) eat it (eat it)
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It'll make you feel alright
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Doc is a quack!
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My doctor's a quack!
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The nurse was big and round
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She took up the whole town
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I just couldn't help it when I saw her
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My puke went flyin', without even tryin'
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She knocked me down on the floor
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Then "Clear (zap) clear (zap)"
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I ain't takin' those pills
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That's birth control, or couldn't you tell
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The doctor came to test my reflex
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But there's no reflex in
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The middle of my chin
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He hit me and my mouth caved in
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I'm lookin' at all the other docs
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Reputations solid as a rock
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Why can't my Doc be smart
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I'm stuck with Groucho Marx
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Somebody get me some help please call a paramedic
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My doc's pathetic
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'Cause he wants to drill a hole in my head
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I'm gonna scream till the break of dawn
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What's my life worth?
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He thinks I'm gonna give birth
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This guy wants to search my body cavity
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I'd rather be impaled on a fence
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I'm restrained, I'm in pain
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And my underwear's got a big stain
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"Does this hurt?" yeah "Does this hurt?" yeah
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As he keeps on pokin' my gizzard
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He said open up, say ahhhh
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Then he shoved the little stick in my eye
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Doc is a quack!
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My doctor's a quack!
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They wheel me around in a gernie
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I feel like I'm in Weekend At Bernie's
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But Bernie never had to go through all of this torture
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Which cost a fortune
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All I want is to get out alive
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He grabbed me and told me to cough
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But he enjoyed it a little too much
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Some people think I should try to sue him
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'Cause my future's lookin' real grim
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He cut me and enjoyed it
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I didn't move fast enough to avoid it
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He wants to cut open my brain
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He thinks it'll stop the pain
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But I know that's wrong and I just can't fight it
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It's Appendicitis
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A garden hose he shoved in me
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This ain't no I.V.
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He said he gave me a sedative
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But I think he gave me a laxative
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This knucklehead's really a chump
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And now I gotta take a dump
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I'm not sick somebody tell him
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If I live through this I'm gonna kill him
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This guy's really gettin' on my nerves
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His treatment is for the birds
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So shove his medicine back in his face
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And get me out of this place
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Doc is a quack!
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My doctor's a quack!
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My Doctor's A Quack
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| Sudden Death |
