Bulldog Doctors

Seems I gotta pay a visit to good old Dr. Kegel Bastard waves a cape above my face he's looking neat, chic, and regal He ain't my friend Well he opens up my mouth and tugs my hapless tonsils Flicks my penis, tells me look alive, otherwise I'll tea bag ya like falafels Ooo no... he's making conversation again He says whaddya do For a living son I'm investigating rejects If you ain't got a day job Let iron uncle out those defects I ain't your friend Dr. Kegel claims he ain't been sprung Caught him jerking off to Connie Chung Ooo I got some pills to sell ya Plenty of pills Plenty of pills Get me my sweet commission And a jet black coupe de ville Going in for the kill Swill my Chivas Regal Pork my trophy wife Ooo Dr. Kegel You've got so much cash Crash into my ass and burn He's a bulldog doctor Patients ain't none of his concern Oh the money, the money, the honey, the honey The bubbly, the bubbly, the flunky, flunky nurses Oh come f*ck me come and f*ck me with your twisted serpent Ooo I wanna be your servant Oh lick that dick like an ice cream cone Air headed prick, but come on let's bone Uh huh I ain't your friend All these bulldog doctors So goddamn demented Killing off people of color like a genocide Prescribing penis pills and cyanide Oh I think we need a class action suit Med school meth addict hypocrites Ooo you ain't so cute I ain't your friend Seems I gotta pay a visit to good old Dr. Kegel Bastard waves a cape above my face he's looking neat, chic, and regal He ain't my friend