Doctor Baker

Doctor Baker, Won't you come out to play Doctor Baker, What do you have to say Coming around the corner now, you best be on your way Down through the walls you'll go have you seen the day Doctor Baker The smell of the sweet perfume comes from the end of your pipe It's all we have left in the memory of what is right Doctor Baker They're waiting outside your office now, they're starting to plea and beg That one of these days you'll return and save them from this horrible death Doctor Baker