Doctor, Doctor Randy Newman

My brother's a machinist
And he works at the mill
And he makes more money
Than you ever will
He just got married
To a Polish girl
With a space
Between her teeth
When he was ten
Or eleven years old
He was helping out my Pop
In the barbershop
Sweeping up the hair
As it would drop
On to the boardwalk
And out of the shop

Doctor, doctor, what you say?
How 'bout lettin' him out today?
I can promise you he'll be ok
There ain't no reason
For him to stay

Get him back on his feet again
Back on his feet again
Open the door and set him free
Get him back on his feet again