Someone call the doctor, I think I'm gonna die My feet are getting heavy, my mind is getting wet Someone better help me get back into the twenty-first century I need help, I need surgery Help! Help! Help! Help!
Someone call the doctor, I think I'm goin' blind My old periodic gnosis is bleeding from my eyes Someone better help me the plot is hotting up I'm in surgery It really hurts, it really hurts, it really hurts It really hurts, it really hurts, it really hurts Help! Help! Help! Help!
It really hurts, it really hurts, it really hurts It really hurts, it really hurts, it really hurts Help!
Compositores: Benjamin Joseph Ottewell (Ben Ottewell) (PRS), Ian Thomas Ball (PRS), Oliver James Peacock (Oliver Peacock) (PRS), Paul Blackburn (PRS), Thomas William Gray (Thomas Gray) (PRS)Editor: Kobalt Music Pub Ltd (ABRAMUS)ECAD verificado obra #20461327 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM