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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
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Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 10:24 AM UTC
Doctors visit
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
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malcolm-price
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 10:24 AM UTC
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