"stethoscope My What ?"
The room will be cold, but all that will change
These rumors I'm told are all prearranged
If the Doc asks you to cough, explain the female race
If he says "Your kidneys got rocks" keep a straight face
If he's younger than you don't be amazed
Their people too, now the X rays!
Hold still, not to move
I can solemnly approve
Imagine being called back for a redo
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