I seen the doctor yesterday
And he said “goodness me”
“I hope that you don't make new plans
Especially after three
With a little bit of this and a little bit of that
And a lot of something more
You better get off home right now
If you make it to the door

I ran back home to tell the wife
And she said “goodness me
It seems a waist of precious time
To make you any tea
With a little bit of this
And a little bit of that
And quite a lot of something more
You better go off too your bed
Its almost half past four

I woke this morning to a call
The doctor said “goodness me”
The wrong card got in my hand
What I told you wouldn't be
You don't have this
And you don't have that
And definitely not something more
What I said belonged to someone
Who died three years or four

I went down stairs to tell the wife
And she said “goodness me”
Just when I talked to the men
Who insured you generously
Are you sure you don't have this
Are you sure you don't have that
Maybe a little of something more
Your very selfish there my dear
And really such a bore