Now any man who understands the Irish Well, they can't be reckoned altogether bad The same way that a lunatic Who's Patron Saint is Patrick Can't be reckoned altogether mad
The Doctor's very smart He's an Irish man at heart His favourite colour sure It must be green And also he's a man Who, blimey, when he can Let me explain the sort of thing Let me explain the sort of thing I mean
My friend the Doctor says The moon is made of apple pie And once a month it's eaten by the sun And that is why Up in the sky You'll find as every month goes by Somebody in the sky is making another one
My friend the Doctor says The sun is made of cheddar cheese The Doctor even knows the reason why The facts are these Try if you please Pretend that you're a lonely cheese Wouldn't you want to try Finding an apple pie?
Maybe what the Doctor tells me Isn't altogether true But I love every tale he tells me And I don't know any better ones Do you?
My friend the Doctor says The world is full of fantasy And who are you or I to disagree? Let's hope and pray That is the way The life we love will always stay For my friend the Doctor and me
My friend the Doctor says The stars are made of lemon drops The bigger ones are lollipops and ice The clouds are shops up on the tops That sell you sweets and soda pops What do they call the place Isn't it paradise?
My friend the Doctor says That every time it starts to rain And people run indoors again in swarms If you remain Out in the rain You'll think you're drinking pink champagne And you'll spend your life Praying for thunderstorms
Maybe what the Doctor tells me Isn't altogether true But I love every tale he tells me And I don't know any better ones Do you?
My friend the Doctor says The world is full of fantasy And who are you or I to disagree? Let's hope and pray That that's the way The life we love will always stay For my friend the M.D. and meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
