Surgeon - St. Vincent

I spent the summer on my back

Another attack

Stay in just to get along

Turn off the TV, wade in bed

A blue and a red

A little something to get along

Best, finest surgeon

Come cut me open

Best, finest surgeon

Come cut me open

Dressing, undressing for the wall

If mother calls

She knows well we don’t get along

I tell the mailman, «Never you mind

I’ll sift through the piles»

And for him to just get along

Best, finest surgeon

Come cut me open

Best, finest surgeon

Come cut me open

Best, finest surgeon

Come cut me open

Best, finest surgeon

Come cut me open

Best, finest surgeon

Come cut me open

Best, finest surgeon

Come cut me open

Best, finest surgeon

Come cut me open

Best, finest surgeon

Come cut me open