I’m Not a Well Man

Lyrics
[MISS MARMELSTEIN] He's not a well man And he's getting worse If he had any sense he'd be in bed With a graduate nurse A couple big specialists High-priced consultation And outside, waiting in the hall Assorted large and small Poor relations His aches have got aches His pains are in pain And what sizzles and frizzles inside there All the smartest professors could not explain [PULVERMACHER] They wouldn't know what Be quick as you can Time I haven't got You're dealing with not *cough* With not a well man I'm not a well man Get worse every year All the medical doctors give one look They're amazed I'm still here I should own a pharmacy For just my prescriptions My bills for only pills alone Would chill you to the bone With conniptions What I have been through No man could recite It would make a heartbreaking play or story That only Turgenev, maybe, could write A tragical plot How can I plan? Time I haven't got You're dealing with not *cough* With not a well man I'm not a well man!
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Credits
- Writers
- Harold Rome