Take Two and Call Me In the Morning
You go eight years to medical school
To learn to cure our ills,
But it seems the only thing you learn
Is how to prescribe pills.
A little pill for this disease,
A little pill for that.
A pill to make you skinny,
Or a pill that makes you fat.
A pill to stop your migraine
When it feels your head will break.
A pill to make you sleepy,
Or a pill to stay awake.
For every pill you give me
There's at least one side effect.
You keep prescribing on and on
Until my body's wrecked.
I do not want a life of pills.
I hope you find a cure.
But you're Big Pharma's drug rep;
Of that I'm very sure.
You need us to keep coming back,
Gents, and kids, and ladies,
So the money will keep flowing in
To pay for your Mercedes.
Now, let's get back to basics
And cure our problems, please,
Or I will find a new Doc, and
He's going to be CHINESE!
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