Baby iron cross my heart You know I hope to die, If I ain’t off the chart From your normal average guy Like some mad nitro meth Kinda psychopath I gotta laugh at death’s Meanass deadly wrath
Calling Dr. Fucker Calling Dr. Fucker Rock’n’Roll emergency Calling Dr. Fucker Calling Dr. Fucker Rock’n’Roll M.D.
They call me Dr. Fucker You might feel a little pinch It’s a diesel mothertrucker Solid gold lead pipe cinch Eyes as green as gooseshit Squirtin’ acid from my tongue I run with all the whozits And my mainspring’s done been sprung
Calling Dr. Fucker…
Nitro-methane brainbats Got their fangs in my vein But medicine for acrobats Alleviates the pain Got the oversize sparkplugs And a gover-mental warning Take two weeks worth of drugs And call me in the morning
Calling Dr. Fucker…
"Now I want you to pop two of these purple pills every three hours and three of these gelatin capsules every two hours and I am putting you on a strict regiment of my patented “Fucker’s Finest Formula Medicine” a swamproot elixir and mixture of spirits of boozine in exact proportion which I have perfected for the unfortunate or misdirected and an eight ounce glass of Wild Turkey Ha ha ha!"