Sittin' On the Doc of the Bay

Left my home in Jamaica, headed for the Hampton Bay I had no medical insurance, Looked like none was gona come my way So I'm just sittin' on the Doc. of the Bay Wishin' health would flow my way Just sittin' on the Doc of the Bay, Wasting rhyme........ I came down with nasty shingles My skin was try'in to crawl away, I went to this Doc. in Hampton He was more than odd, I must say He wanted to bleed me with a leech Then dye my hair with bleach I thought this was mighty weird To understand it would be a reach I sensed I was in danger, This turkey had a lesson to teach So I threw him with Ju-Jitsu speed and down he went His pride I did breach Then I sat upon his sore old body Waitin' for the cops to come, If jail was my destination, I would sure feel the bum So reflectively I sat there, And even started to whistle and hum Just sittin' on the Doc of the Bay, Wishin' this day would go away, Just sittin" on the Doc of the Bay Ready to serve time.............