Surgeon
St. Vincent
I spent the summer on my back
Another attack
Staying just to get along
Get along, get along
Turn off the TV
Wait in bed
Of blue and red
A little something to get along
Get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along
Best finest surgeon
Come cut me open
Best finest surgeon
Come cut me open
Dress the undressing for the wall
If mother calls
She knows well we don't get along
Get along, get along
I tell the mailman, "Never you mind
I'll sift through the piles"
And for him to just get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along
Best finest surgeon
Come cut me open
Best finest surgeon
Come cut me open
