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The Surgeon General, Doctor Koop |
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S'posed to give you all the poop |
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But when he's with P.M.R.C. |
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The poop he's scoopin' |
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Amazes me |
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C-Span showed him, all dressed up |
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In his phoney Doctor God get-up |
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He looked in the camera and fixed his specs |
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'N gave a little lecture |
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'Bout anal sex |
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He says it is not good for us |
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We just can't be promiscuous |
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He's a docter -- he should know |
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It's the work of the Devil, so |
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Girls, don't blow! |
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Don't blow Jimmy, don't blow Bobby |
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Get yourself another hobby |
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(If Jesus practiced medicine |
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I'm sure he'd do it |
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Just like him) |
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Is Doctor Koop a man to trust? |
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It seems at least that Reagan must |
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(But Ron's a trusting sort of guy -- |
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He trusts Ed Meese |
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I wonder why?) |
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The A.M.A. has just got caught |
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For doin' stuff it shouldn't ought |
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All they do is lie and lie |
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Where's Doctor Koop? |
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He's standin' by |
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Surgeon General? What's the deal? |
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Is your epidemic real? |
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Are you leaving something out? |
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Something we can't talk about? |
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A little green monkey over there |
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Kills a million people? |
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That's not fair! |
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Did it really go that way? |
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Did you ask the C.I.A.? |
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Would they take you serious, |
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Or have THEY been |
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Promiscuous |
