Lyrics:

Oh, listen doctor I have pain
That grows inside myself.
Shelf me please;
I just can't ease the pain
I need some drugs to help.
Ah, pollution fills my lungs
And convolution fills my mind.
Ah, my legs do ache,
I contemplate
That living's less than fine.
My spine does tingle
When I think of being
Freed from this curse,
But what is worse I feel
Life is a bubble
Blown until it's burst.
Oh doctor, I am desperate
To get rid of this feeling.
Oh doctor, I am desperate
For some good soul healing!

The doctor turned and gave a grin
And reached into his bag;
But instead of an injecton
Got a record with a tag
That said "listen to this daily
With hip shaking and such things".
Then he puts the record on,
Grabs a mic and starts to sing:
You need some

One four five
(To make you high, to make you high!)
One four five
(To make you high, to make you high!)
One four five
(When heaven falling from the sky.)
One four five
(To make you high, to make you high!)
One four five
(Times like this you need some one four five.)

Doctor I am feeling better.
What was that you sang?
Did you write it or recite it,
Or just steal it from a band?
Ah, my bones are feeling stronger
And my spirit's feeling fresh;
Well, that dose of 145 has put the life
Back in my breath!
"Yes, yes, yes", the doctor said,
Then he sat me down and say
"Young man, don't think I wrote
These chords; they're written in
Your brain."
And when you hear them
There's a shakedown that begins within
The mind.
Cos these three chords make people
Feeling better all the time, ah!
They keep repeating
Like a scratch on a cd;
But it's quality cos these three harmonies
Breed positivity,
Protecting against insanity
Of modern insecurities.
Believe me when I tell you
All you need is to be hearing all that

One four five
(To make you high, to make you high!)
One four five
(To make you high, to make you high!)
One four five
(When they said "what?" and you said "why?")
One four five
(To make you high, to make you high!)
One four five
(Times like this you need some one four five.)

The doctor turned and gave a grin
And reached into his bag;
But instead of an injection
Got a record with a tag
That said "listen to this daily
With hip shaking and such things".
Then he puts the record on,
Grabs a mic and starts to sing:

Well, the doctor turned and danced a bit
And reached into his bag;
And instead of an injection
Got a record with a tag
That said "listen to this daily
With hip shaking and such things".
Then he puts the record on,
Grabs a mic and starts to sing:
You need some

One four five
(To make you high, to make you high!)
One four five
(When you could not count to pi;)
One four five
(When you're told you can't fly;)
One four five
(To make you high, to make you high!)
One four five

(Times like these you need some)
One! Four! Five!