A Question Of Volume & Taste

If you're ever in need of a friendly reminder
Who ya call

Doctor Michael
Doctor Michael

When you're in need of a dart to stick to the wall

Doctor Michael
Doctor Michael

Chameleon hair
And a voice to match
Watch out, little chicken
Your eggs are gonna hatch

He's go a way
With his magical phone
He'll drive you up
But don't leave him alone

When you're in need
Of a dinner for three
Who do ya call

Doctor Michael
Doctor Michael

When you're in need
Of a coachman
To take you to the ball

Doctor Michael
Doctor Michael

A red ideal and a book to read
Watch out little field, your plants
Are gonna seed

A spring in his step like a dying sun
You call him up I think you'll get stunned

I've got a new trick
The new trick is kind of a snitch
It's a bit of a wick of a candlestick
But you'll like it just the same

Loud
You're Louder
You're Loudest

YOU'RE LOUDER THAN GOD



Credits
Writer(s): James Booth
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