Oh Doctor 1920

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 14Jan2025
2025

Most everybody you meet nowadays
Seems to be feeling so blue
They say it is an imposition
To enforce this prohibition
And I think so, too
But Congress has given Doctors the power
To hand out the Brandy and Rye
And now in their office at most any hour
You're bound to hear somebody cry

Oh! Doctor, Oh! Doctor, I'm feeling blue
Oh! Doctor, Oh! Doctor, it's up to you
The drug stores on the corners
Are filled with liquor mourners
I told a drug clerk my condition,
He said, "Go see your physician"
Oh! Doctor, Oh! Doctor,
don't feel my pulse
That's not what I need for results
Write the prescription
and please make it say
"Take with your meals,"
I eat ten times a day
Oh! Doctor, Oh! Doctor,
help me pull thro'
For I'll never get well 'till you do

Oh! Doctor, Oh! Doctor, I'm feeling blue
Oh! Doctor, Oh! Doctor, it's up to you
The drug stores on the corners
Are filled with liquor mourners
I told a drug clerk my condition,
He said, "Go see your physician"
Oh! Doctor, Oh! Doctor,
don't feel my pulse
That's not what I need for results
Write the prescription
and please make it say
"Take with your meals,"
I eat ten times a day
Oh! Doctor, Oh! Doctor,
help me pull thro'
For I'll never get well 'till you do

When Congress told us that liquor must go
Things looked quite bad for a while
We never thought they'd pass new bylaws
That would force on us these dry laws
But now we can smile
For I have a way to fool each politician
Who said every state must go dry
And now when I'm sad and I'm lacking ambition
I go to my doctor and cry

Oh! Doctor, Oh! Doctor, I'm feeling blue
Oh! Doctor, Oh! Doctor, it's up to you
The drug stores on the corners
Are filled with liquor mourners
I told a drug clerk my condition,
He said, "Go see your physician"
Oh! Doctor, Oh! Doctor,
don't feel my pulse
That's not what I need for results
Write the prescription
and please make it say
"Take with your meals,"
I eat ten times a day
Oh! Doctor, Oh! Doctor,
help me pull thro'
For I'll never get well 'till you do

Oh! Doctor, Oh! Doctor, I'm feeling blue
Oh! Doctor, Oh! Doctor, it's up to you
The drug stores on the corners
Are filled with liquor mourners
I told a drug clerk my condition,
He said, "Go see your physician"
Oh! Doctor, Oh! Doctor,
don't feel my pulse
That's not what I need for results
Write the prescription
and please make it say
"Take with your meals,"
I eat ten times a day
Oh! Doctor, Oh! Doctor,
help me pull thro'
For I'll never get well 'till you do

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Oh Doctor 1920
Lyrics & music by Rubey Cowan & Billy Joyce
© MCMXX by Stark & Cowan Inc.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Tuesday 14 January 2025 at 11.05
in association with Fred Feild, The Sheet Music Singer
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James Pitt-Payne