Lyrics

Contributed by Hazukashii, Hasher at Large

There is a doctor in our town A paragon of men His specialty is known to some As O-B-G-Y-N

His sense of touch is marvelous He feels where he can’t see He started at the bottom and That’s where he’ll always be.

Chorus: Well he’s open and candid I can’t understand it and So under handed is the O-B-G-Y-N

You’ll walk into his office And suddenly feel fear You know that you would rather be Anywhere but here.

You try to keep him talking But your effort he ignores Then you see two legs high in the air And realize their yours.

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You think he’d get enough of it The thrill would soon be gone But he works for the love of it He fingers on and on.

He fly’s with gay abandon Where secret sorrows lurk But he likes to keep his hand in it ‘Cause he likes the inside work.

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He closes up his office And homeward makes his way His wife is there to greet him And tell him of her day.

She says I feel romantic I’d like one night of love In absent-minded reflex He pulls out his rubber glove.

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