So I went to the doctor a few days ago.
I said Doctor, you gotta help me man. I got this pain deep down and it hurts me.
He says to take some p-p-pills, so I do. I do as he says.
Next day I go back.
Doctor, I say, you gotta help me man. I got this pain deep down and it hurts me.
He says he knows. He says to take some other pi-i-ills, so I do. I do as he says.
Next day, same stuff, I go back.
Doctor you gotta help me man! I got this pain deep down and it hurts me. That's what I say.
He says I got two and a half days to live.
What the hell is w-w-w-wrong with me, doctor!
Aside from the fact you got two and a half days to live, nothing.
Doctor you gotta help me, I got two and a half days to live!
He kicks me out of his office and onto the street.
I see a pretty young girl, walk up to her and say, hey honey, I've got two and a half days to live, care to make it worth your while?
She punch me in the crotch.
I goes back to the doctor the next day.
Doctor I got a day and a half to live!
His security guards escort me out the building.
I'm on the streets, see the same girl.
Again she punched me in the crotch.
You're face to face with the man who sold the world.
And then she comes back, punch me in the crotch again!
What a fucking bitch.
A day and a half later, I'm still alive.
Doctor, this is wonderful, I'm alive.
He pulls out a pistol and shoots me in the forehead.
He was right.
He was also extremely boring and stupid and he paid his teenage daughter to punch my crotch.
And to think, he paid his girl to punch a dead man's crotch!
What was the world coming to?
//Marshall