| Hey, Doc, hey, Doc, I’ve got to see you. |
| Who’s that waking me up at 8:30 here in the morning? What’s wrong with you, boy? |
| Well, Doc, something is bothering me. |
| Is that so? Well, tell me about it. |
| Hey, Doc, hey, Doc, |
| I wonder what’s wrong with me. |
| You look like you’re beat to your chops this morning. |
| Hey, Doc, hey, Doc, |
| My temperature’s one-oh-three. |
| Well, let me feel your pulse, let me feel your pulse. |
| Hey, Dock, hey, Doc, |
| Whenever she looks at me. .. |
| Oh, there’s a chick mixed up in this thing here! |
| Say, do you get a hazy spell? |
| Yeah! |
| A crazy spell? |
| Yeah! |
| And do you run around in circles and yell that you need a pill? |
| Hey, Doc, hey, Doc, |
| My ticker is on the blink. |
| Hey, nurse, hand me my stethoscope over there. |
| What do you think? |
| I think what the trouble is, uh, you in love! |
| Well, Doc, that’s a killer. That’s a gasser. That knocks me on out. |