Lyrics:

I spent the summer on my back
Another attack
Staying just to get along

Turn off the TV, wade in bed
A blue and a red
A little somethin' to get along

Best finest surgeon
Come cut me open

Dressing, undressing for the wall
If mother calls
She knows well we don't get along

I tell the mailman, 'Never you mind
I'll sift through the piles'
And for him to just get along

Best finest surgeon
Come cut me open