Songtext von Surgeon

I spent the summer on my back Another attack Staying just to get along Get along, get along Turn off the TV Wait in bed Of blue and red A little something to get along Get along, get along Get along, get along, get along Best finest surgeon Come cut me open Best finest surgeon Come cut me open Dress the undressing for the wall If mother calls She knows well we don't get along Get along, get along I tell the mailman, "Never you mind I'll sift through the piles" And for him to just get along, get along, get along Get along, get along, get along Best finest surgeon Come cut me open Best finest surgeon Come cut me open