Old Man Mike - (Doctor) Nothing Too Serious

I'm sorted
Brush my teeth
Stare into the mirror
While I'm talking to myself
And I'm telling me I look like a doctor

And I'm thinking fables
And I said well, I'm afraid it's cancer, laugh and say
Nah, too serious, oh
I'm afraid it's chickenpox
I'm too young: I'm afraid it's twisted ankle
It's nothing too serious
Would you like to come to bar with me? Yes? Good
Would you like to come to the bar with me?

Man, you're so beautiful
And I think I'm talking to myself and I say
God! Fuck! You are beautiful, you are beautiful
Well, well, well!
Then I walk to bed
Master fate
Over pictures
Of great importance
But soon
I get tired again and a fever till I'm almost of heart
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I've stoned souls
And I wash my teeth and
I stare into the mirror
While I'm talking to myself
And I'm telling me
I should be a doctor
But I think I forget
I'm afraid they said it was
What it was when it was
I couldn't tell when it was
But I knew what it was
I knew what it was
I knew what it

Written by:
Michael Biggam

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