Doctor Frolic

Lyrics
Felicity the healer isn't young And you don't look him up unless you need him Clown's eyes, Pope's nose, a mouth for dirty stories He made his bundle in the Great Depression And now, a jovial immigrant success In baggy pinstripes, he winks and wheezes gossip Village stories that could lift your hair Or lance a boil; the small town dirt, the dope The fishy deals and incestuous combinations The husband and the wife of his wife's brother The hospital contract, the certificate ... A realist and hardy omnivore He strolls the jetties when the month is right With a knife and lemons in his pocket, after Live mussels from among the smelly rocks Preventative of impotence and goitre And as though the sight of tissue healing crooked Pleased him, like the ocean's vaginal taste He'll stitch your thumb up so it shows for life And where he once was the only quack in town We all have heard his half-lame joke, the one About the operation that succeeded The tangy line that keeps that clever eye So merry in the punchinello face
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Credits
- Writers
- Robert Pinsky