The Good Doctor

The Good Doctor

And as the applause died, she walked into our midst,
One Luscious Lou with a feminine twist.

She stepped in the room and went right to work
Then said loudly as she pointed at the jerk
You pompous old windbag, you hoity-toity
Dressed up in finery with diamonds so gaudy
You think your gibbering will foster our trust
Like your snake oil cures poured in the dust
Well we have a treatment for you, Doc Magee
A turpentine colonic we call potpourri.

So they trussed him up like a fattening hog
And strapped him down like an old brown log
Stripped of his dignity for all to see
Without any hope and only his pleas

Please release me, what’s past is past
You’ll go to prison or might even be gassed
Think of my contributions to the medical way
Not to mention all the insurance I pay
I’ve done nothing wrong, a man of letters
And some of my patients even got better
The medicine I prescribe is always pure
And sometimes it even produced a cure.

But Old Dr. Magee had run out of soap
Along with his time and all of his hope
So as Lou started the machine and turned up the dial
The pressure grew, and Old Doc began to smile

Somewhere there’s peace and little children sing
But Old Dr. Magee doesn’t remember a thing