I've reached the end, But this is not the final curtain, In fact, I'm almost certain A new world's opening for me.
My time on Earth Has reached it's natural conclusion, But now I'm under the illusion That from now on I will be free.
I've met this guy who's hard to understand, But always solves the job at hand, And never fails to save the day. He's got this ship, well not a ship, A box that flies through time and space, And always saves the human race, And last September's just a button press away.
Oh me, oh my, Look at him fly. Oh my, oh me, Who can he be?
Oh me, oh my, Look at him fly. Oh my, oh me, Who can he be?
Now, I don't want to sound outrageous, But now we're in the middle ages, And there's some aliens here too. The Doctor says that aliens exist all over, From Margate to Muldover, If you knew just where to look.
He's got a brain the size of a planet, So I asked myself "Why can it be that he wants me?" Each time I stay with him. And if I ask him who he is or where he's from, Then all he says is he's a Time Lord And then mumbles something about Gallifrey.
Oh my, oh me, Who can he be? Oh me, oh my, Look at him fly.
Oh me, oh my, Look at him fly. He's the Doctor.
Who does he think he is? He's talking to Davros And he's walking towards his plunger thing of death. How does he always seem to make it? I think sometimes he has to fake it, One man can't always be the best.
Must be pretty lonely, Knowing you're the only one, Of your kind alive. When the fate of the universe Is resting on his shoulders, It's a wonder how he survives, That he survives.
Oh my, oh me, Who can he be? Oh me, oh my, Look at him fly.
Oh my, oh me, Who can he be? And why does he want me?