Oh Look Dear Miss, Here He Is
The Exciting Doctor Of Time Is In
Unholy Smiles, Imaging That And This
Of Evil And Medicine, Of Sex And Sin
He Has Dragged A Bag all Covered In Blood
He Has No Women Of Which To Love
An Arm, A Leg, A Burning Small Bed
I Fear In Seeing Him, We Must Already Me Dead
But Please, Dear Miss, Dont Fret, Dont Fight
Nor Would I Advise You Stray far from The Light
He May Not Be Good, But He Is No Blight
And He Has Done Some Measure Of Good, If Only So Slight
He Has Fought In All Wars,
He Has Died Numerous Times
He Hates All Alive
With No Reason Or Rhyme
Have Heart, Dear Miss, For The Doctor Is In
And Be You Enemy Or Friend
The Doctor Will Have Us All
And Soon, The Dark Shall We Be In