Hey, Doc! – Cab Calloway

Hey, Doc, hey, Doc, I’ve got to see you
Who’s that waking me up at 8:30 here in the morning? What’s wrong with you, boy?
Well, Doc, something is bothering me
Is that so? Well, tell me about it

Hey, Doc, hey, Doc
I wonder what’s wrong with me
You look like you’re beat to your chops this morning
Hey, Doc, hey, Doc
My temperature’s one-oh-three
Well, let me feel your pulse, let me feel your pulse
Hey, Dock, hey, Doc
Whenever she looks at me…
Oh, there’s a chick mixed up in this thing here!

Say, do you get a hazy spell?
Yeah!
A crazy spell?
Yeah!
And do you run around in circles and yell that you need a pill?

Hey, Doc, hey, Doc
My ticker is on the blink
Hey, nurse, hand me my stethoscope over there
What do you think?
I think what the trouble is, uh, you in love!
Well, Doc, that’s a killer. That’s a gasser. That knocks me on out