Doctor, let me tell you something about myself
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I'm a college man and I'm very wealthy
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I've got no time to trifle with trash like you
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Cause I must be 'bout my business
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My brother's a machinist in a textile mill
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And he makes more money than you ever will
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He just got married to a Polish girl
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With a space between her teeth
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My sister's a dancer up in Baltimore
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At a small cafe on Main
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But she run off with a Negro from the Eastern Shore
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Dr., she didn't even know his name
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CHORUS
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Get me back on my feet again
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Back on my feet again
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Open the door and set me free
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Get me back on my feet again
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He took her down to Mobile in a railroad train
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He said, "Driver, take me to the Hotel Paree."
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He went into the washroom
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Washed his face and hands
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When he come out he was white as you and me
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He said, "Girl, I ain't a Negro I'm a millionaire
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As you can plainly see
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So many women were after my money
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But I'm proud to say that you were only after me.
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"I'm going to teach you to play polo and how to water ski
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And you won't have to dance no more
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And I no longer must pretend to be
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A Negro from the Eastern Shore."
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CHORUS
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Doctor, doctor, what you say
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How 'bout letting me out today?
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Ain't no reason for me to stay
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Everybody's so far away
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CHORUS
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Back on My Feet Again
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Randy Newman |