| THE MEDICAL MAN | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Now I am a medical man, chock full of medical knowledge I don't wish to say anything to offend But some of the cases I have to attend Are very peculiar. There was one some days ago, A certain unfortunate Negro, you see Was suddenly taken as ill as could be He was awfully bad and so, Chorus: They called me in to attend to him And I soon got on the job I said, 'If you've really the money to spare The thing that you want is a change of air.' His friends were very kind to that unlucky 'nig' They were willing to give him a change of air So they bought him a ginger wig. Some people are terribly dense, in fact exceedingly silly A patient of mine was a regular fool A man who had never been sent to school He suffered with some complaint, I forget exactly what I think that a cold in the jiggermazoo Had set up a sort of a how-do-you-do In the lower forget-me-not. Chorus: They called me in to attend to him And I soon got on the job I gave him some stuff, and was careful to say 'Now, take this in water three times a day.' I went there later on and his wife said, with a laugh 'He's a-taking his physic in water, sir For he's up to his neck in the barf!' Some chap in a neighbouring street has got the kollicky wibbles I paid him a visit and said to his wife 'If you are desirous of saving his life There's only one thing to do, and you must attend to it His diet has got to be nourishing, ma'am So feed him on oysters and plenty of 'cham' But he didn't improve a bit. Chorus: They called me in to attend to him And I soon got on the job I said to the lady, 'Now, answer me plain Did you give him oysters and good champagne?' She quickly answered, 'No, for you see, they're awfully dear So I gave him a penn'orth of almond whelks And a bottle of ginger beer.' I've had, in the course of my life, some most remarkable cases They say that my knowledge is something sublime I know what to do at a critical time I heard a chap one day, who was bent on suicide You see, he got suddenly tired of life He was afraid of the rope and the knife So to poison himself he tried. Chorus: They called me in to attend to him And I soon got on the job The fellow had swallowed a bottle on ink I looked at his tongue and began to think Now, what do I do? I decided on the spot I sent for a penn'orth of blotting paper And said, 'You must swallow the lot!' |
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| Performed by Will Dalton | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||