LYRIC

Hey, all of you women
Now, don't come around
Unless you weigh around
Four-hundred pounds

I'm from way down home
And I don't dig chawing bone

You got to be all right with me
Because the doctor is
Really hard to please

Now you talk about women
I love em all
I love em big and
Then I love em tall

But if you don't weigh
What I want, baby
Don't come around at all

You got to be all right with me
Because the doctor is
Really hard to please

Now you talk about women
I love em all
I love em big and
Then I love em tall

If you don't weigh
What I want, baby
Don't come around at all

Well, they call me
The doctor (oh, yeah)
In my neighborhood (oh, yeah)
But my baby, she calls me
(Oh, yeah) oh, doctor feelgood

(Oh, yeah) oh, you ever feel good
(Oh, yeah) have you ever felt good
(Oh, yeah) well, you talk about women
(Oh, yeah) that's all I crave (oh, yeah)

I believe, I believe (oh, yeah)
They gonna take me to my grave
(Oh, yeah) good, good, good
Good, good, good (oh, yeah)

So good, so good (oh, yeah)
So good, so good (oh, yeah)

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