Doctor, Docto

My brother's a machinistAnd he works at the millAnd he makes more moneyThan you ever willHe just got marriedTo a Polish girlWith a spaceBetween her teethWhen he was tenOr eleven years oldHe was helping out my PopIn the barbershopSweeping up the hairAs it would dropOn to the boardwalkAnd out of the shopDoctor, doctor, what you say?How 'bout lettin' him out today?I can promise you he'll be okThere ain't no reasonFor him to stayGet him back on his feet againBack on his feet againOpen the door and set him freeGet him back on his feet againOne day he was workinIn the barbershopKnocked over some bottlesWith the handle of his broomAnd he criedDaddy took him to a baseball game,And still he criedDaddy took him to the zoo,And still he criedDaddy said, "Son, I ain't angry,But I'm so disappointed in you."Get him back on his feet againBack on his feet againOpen the door and set him freeGet him back on his feet again