Doctor, Doctor | Lyrics
from the MMF Songbook
Lyrics for 'Doctor, Doctor'
Doctor, doctor, can you tell,
What will make poor Sheila well?
She is sick and going to die,
That will make poor Tommy cry.
Tommy, Tommy, don't you cry,
You will see her by and by.
Dressed in pink or navy blue,
Waiting at the church to marry you.
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