Cool It Kid

Doctor, doctor, my heart's on so tight
It sings like lobsters when you boil them alive
Yeah, there's no cure, but with butter and chives
And a little wine on the side, you'll be fine

Living with you
Is making me sick
I don't know how your cat takes it

Hey
Cool it, kid
Hold your ground
The wheels that are running you down
Will come around

Caller, caller, hold on the line (hold on the line)
Think there's no answer in the tea leaves tonight
Said, "You're no outlaw if they take you alive"
Then you put your hand on the back of my hand

Living with you
Is making me sick
I don't know how your cat takes it

Hey
Cool it, kid
Hold your ground
The wheels that are running you down
Will come around

Hey
Cool it, kid
Hold your ground
The wheels that are running you down
Will come around



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Knaggs, Oliver Dewdney, Benjamin Mack, Alexandra Greenwood, Alexander Rice, Henry Young
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