[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
Best finest surgeon
Come cut me open
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
Best finest surgeon
Come cut me open
[Ridiculous outro guitar solo]