For St. James, lover of the bluuuuuues
Went to the doctor...heard what he had to say.
Yes, I went to the doctor...heard what he had to say....
Seems like everytime I go, Got more pills to take anyway.
He said, "You need some methotrexate...
This stuff will fix you right up!"
I said, "what? an injection?"
He nodded and said, "Yup!"
So I bared my arm, he said, "discomfort's mild."
Yeah, I'm sayin like a little trusting child; I bared my naked arm;
The needle went in--And I set off a 2-car alarm!Ohhhhh....
Went to the doctor, had to hear what he would say...
Oh YES I WENT TO THE DOCTOR! Heard what he had to say,
But this new methotrexate makes me wanna stay away.
He'd said it wouldn't hurt that much,
But that was a damned lie--
Cause it burned like hellfire!
Brought a tear to my eye, yeah....
Now I'm home just a shiverin; shakin to the bone.
Now I'm a human cocktail mixer! Talkin on that big white telephone...
If that doctor says "something new"---he'll be in his office alooooone.
(Not accustomed to writing blues, but I bet St. James can put it to cool blues...wanna try, dear?_