Randy Newman - Doctor, Doctor lyrics

My brother's a machinist And he works at the mill And he makes more money Than you ever will He just got married To a Polish girl With a space Between her teeth When he was ten Or eleven years old He was helping out my Pop In the barbershop Sweeping up the hair As it would drop On to the boardwalk And out of the shop Doctor, doctor, what you say? How 'bout lettin' him out today? I can promise you he'll be ok There ain't no reason For him to stay Get him back on his feet again Back on his feet again Open the door and set him free Get him back on his feet again One day he was workin' In the barbershop Knocked over some bottles With the handle of his broom And he cried Daddy took him to a baseball game And still he cried Daddy took him to the zoo And still he cried Daddy said, "Son, I ain't angry But I'm so disappointed in you. " Get him back on his feet again Back on his feet again Open the door and set him free Get him back on his feet again