Dr. Yang, help me mend this broken heart You've got to help me, doc, don't know where to start When she walked right out that door Left me crying at the floor She said she's only going to the store.
Dr. Yang, what's the lovesick diagnosis? 'Cause she says she cannot cope with my neurosis You would think I had chronic halitosis Dr. Yang...
Dr. Yang, now her voicemail box is full Is she won't call me? Or feeling like a fool? The last time I saw her in her car I threw her shit out in the yard Walked around and headed to the bar
Dr. Yang, what's the lovesick diagnosis? 'Cause she says she cannot cope with my neurosis I could always hurt myself, doctor, she knows this Dr. Yang...Dr. Yang...
All the king's horses, and all the king's men couldn't get back my girlfriend
Dr. Yang, you can't fix my heart and head [heart and head] Actually, there is something you could do instead [do instead] Call my girlfriend from your number explain that you're a doctor Tell her that I love her so she hurt me more than she could know And even with all your degrees there's nothing you can do for me She won't have to block my number any more Dr. Yang Da da da da da Dr. Yang Da da da da da Dr. Yang Gonna kill myself tonight Tell her that Dr. Yang
Compositor: Benjamin Scott Folds (Folds Ben) ECAD: Obra #15461223