What irony
This disease
Which doesn’t make me sleep
Which doesn’t go away
What irony
Feeling say
Which there is nothing to do
To get well
There is no doctor there is no doctor
There is no doctor there is no doctor
What irony
Me big fat and intelligent
At the mercy
Of an overbearing baby
What irony
This disease
Which doesn’t make me sleep
Which doesn’t go away
There is no doctor there is no doctor
There is no doctor there is no doctor