Dr Fishman Fix It

My dick's sick! Dr. Fishman, fix it!

My cock's blocked! Dr. Dickman, dig it.
Yeah, my dick's sick! Dr. Fishman, fix it!
My hog's clogged! Dr. Dickdrip, dig it
Yeah, my dick's sick! Dr. Fishman, fix it!
Yeah, my dick's sick! Dr. Fishman, fix it!

With the drip I take the trip downtown to see the dapper
Doctor of the house in the plain brown wrapper

Take off your plaid sport coat and put down your cigarette
I'm 150 pounds dripping wet, dripping wet

Warm up the stethoscope and crank up the polygraph
I'll try to cough, try not to make me laugh

Roll out the butcher paper and your evil genius charm
First wash your hands, then do no harm

My dick's sick! Dr. Fishman, fix it!
My cock's blocked! Dr. Dickman, dig it
Yeah, my dick's sick! Dr. Fishman, fix it!
His dick's sick. Dr. Fishman, fix it
My hog's clogged! Dr. Dickdrip, dig it
Yeah, my dick's sick! Dr. Fishman, fix it!
Yeah, my dick's sick! Dr. Fishman, fix it!

Just girls these days and how's your sister Sasha?
Now fix my leaky faucet, it needs a new washer

I got a staff full of kucka and post-coital drip
My hole never made it all the way to the tip

Urine the money I've been granted urinal immunity
And membership in the Pees-Sitting-Down community

And while I'm here, how 'bout a No-Fault Vasectomy?
'Cause I don't want no drunken blackouts coming back to me

The new style for the MTV Generation
Reversible, but takes an awful lot of concentration...

My dick's sick! Dr. Fishman, fix it!
My cock's blocked! Dr. Dickman, dig it.
Yeah, my dick's sick! Dr. Fishman, fix it!
Aww... his dick's sick, Dr. Fishman fix it?
My hog's clogged! Dr. Dickdrip, dig it
Yeah, my dick's sick! Dr. Fishman, fix it!
Yeah, my dick's sick! Dr. Fishman, fix it!

Yeah, Doc I'd rather have a bottle in front of me
Than a couple-a-three false memory miatademies

With that daily allen wrench coated in medicated cream
Right down the tip of your brother's biznip 'til you scream

In institutional green
'Cause next it's your turn and grandma ain't just being mean

She's crying more than we were
Now wasn't you my big brother's summer camp counselor?

Ain't that your cabin photo shot just above your laps?
In your matching dickies, short sleeves, sport coats & jock straps!

My dick's sick! Dr. Fishman, fix it!
My cock's blocked! Dr. Goddamn dig it
Yeah, my dick's sick! Dr. Fishman, fix it!
My hog's clogged! Dr. Fishdick, stick it
Yeah, my dick's sick! Dr. Fishman, fix it!
My shmuck's fucked! Dr. Fishstick, dip it
Yeah, my dick's sick! Dr. Fishman, fix it!
Yeah, my dick's sick! Dr. Fishman, fix it!
Yeah, my dick's sick! Dr. Fishman, fix it!



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Writer(s): Grandma Sally
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