Doctor, doctor, my heart's on so tight It sings like lobsters when you boil them alive Yeah, there's no cure, but with butter and chives And a little wine on the side, you'll be fine Living with you Is making me sick I don't know how your cat takes it
Hey Cool it, kid Hold your ground The wheels that are running you down Will come around ♪ Caller, caller, hold on the line (hold on the line) Think there's no answer in the tea leaves tonight Said, "You're no outlaw if they take you alive" Then you put your hand on the back of my hand Living with you Is making me sick I don't know how your cat takes it
Hey Cool it, kid Hold your ground The wheels that are running you down Will come around ♪ Hey Cool it, kid Hold your ground The wheels that are running you down Will come around