Hypochondriac


Music: Jan Bárta
Text: Jan Bárta
Arranged by Fullstop


Doctor, doctor please
you've got to believe me.
When I was walkin' my dog,
I was bitten by a bee.

It might be just a small wound,
but please don’t get me wrong.
I don’t want to hear,
a sound of my funeral song.

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Am I really dying?
(You're a hypochondriac)
Am I dying slow?
(You're a hypochondriac)
Will I see my darling again,
(You're a hypochondriac)
before it’s time to go?
I don’t know.

Doctor, doctor please,
you have to believe that.
Well, just when I was sleeping,
I was bitten by a big black bat.

It might by just a creature,
that’s living in a spire.
But I am sure this case,
is all about a vampire.

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Doctor, doctor please
a vulture's got his place.
I woke up in the morning,
I found a blister on my face.

Please don’t take it easy,
my gravedigger knocks.
It might by just some acne,
but I supposse that this could be pox.

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