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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.............

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