© 1988 Fly-By-Night Music (Ed Kilbourne)
My doctor called me on the phone, he said the tests are in
It's worse than we expected, this looks kind of grim
But don't loose hope 'cause in the past, Johnson has been wrong
Meet me at the airport and bring your plane along.
Chorus: Take a glider, take a tow, and call me in the morning
Leave your message at the tone, the Doctor has gone soaring
If this is an emergency and you're about to die
You better call a Doctor that doesn't like to fly
The conditions had gone critical, the cus had poped at 10
The patient on the table and the Doctor wasn't in
The assistants and the nurses were nervous as can be
Following instructions on 1-2-3 point 3.
Chorus
I met him at the airport, he had the tests in hand
Dick Johnson's latest polars for our brand new LS-10s
"We must operate" he told me "To catch this thing in time
So let's put these things together and get them on the line!"
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