Lyrics:

Doctor, let me tell you something about myself
I'm a college man and I'm very wealthy
And I've no time to trifle with trash like you
'Cause I must be about my business

My brother's a machinist in a textile mill
He make more money than you ever will
He just got married to a Polish girl
With a space between her teeth

Sister's a dancer up in Baltimore
At a small cafe on Main
She run off with a Negro from the Eastern Shore
Doctor, she didn't even know his name

Get me back on my feet again
Back on my feet again
Open the door and set me free
Get me back on my feet again

He took her down to Mobile on a railroad train
He said, 'Driver, take me to the Hotel Paree'
He went into a washroom, washed his face and hands
When he come out he was white as you or me

He say, 'Girl, I ain't a Negro, I'm a millionaire
As you can plainly see
So many women were after my money
I'm proud to say that you were only after me

'Gonna teach you to play polo and how to water ski
Won't have to dance no more
And I no longer have to pretend to be
A Negro from the Eastern Shore'

Get me back on my feet again
Back on my feet again
Open the door and set me free
Get me back on my feet again

Doctor, Doctor, what you say?
How about letting me out today?
Ain't no reason for me to stay
Everybody's so far away

Get me back on my feet again
Back on my feet again
Open the door and set me free
Get me back on my feet again
Get me back on my feet again
Back on my feet again
Open the door and set me free
Get me back on my feet again