Hey, Doc ! - Original - Cab Calloway and His Orchestra

Hey, Doc, hey, Doc, I’ve got to see you

Who’s that waking me up at 8:30 here in the morning?

What’s wrong with you, boy?

Well, Doc, something is bothering me

Is that so?

Well, tell me about it

Hey, Doc, hey, Doc

I wonder what’s wrong with me

You look like you’re beat to your chops this morning

Hey, Doc, hey, Doc

My temperature’s one-oh-three

Well, let me feel your pulse, let me feel your pulse

Hey, Dock, hey, Doc

Whenever she looks at me.

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Oh, there’s a chick mixed up in this thing here!

Say, do you get a hazy spell?

Yeah!

A crazy spell?

Yeah!

And do you run around in circles and yell that you need a pill?

Hey, Doc, hey, Doc

My ticker is on the blink

Hey, nurse, hand me my stethoscope over there

What do you think?

I think what the trouble is, uh, you in love!

Well, Doc, that’s a killer.

That’s a gasser.

That knocks me on out