CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : My Friend, the Doctor
Now any man who understands the Irish
Well, they can't be reckoned altogether bad
The same way that a lunatic
Who's Patron Saint is Patrick
Can't be reckoned altogether mad
The Doctor's very smart
He's an Irish man at heart
His favourite colour sure
It must be green
And also he's a man
Who, blimey, when he can
Let me explain the sort of thing
Let me explain the sort of thing I mean
My friend the Doctor says
The moon is made of apple pie
And once a month it's eaten by the sun
And that is why
Up in the sky
You'll find as every month goes by
Somebody in the sky is making another one
My friend the Doctor says
The sun is made of cheddar cheese
The Doctor even knows the reason why
The facts are these
Try if you please
Pretend that you're a lonely cheese
Wouldn't you want to try
Finding an apple pie?
Well, they can't be reckoned altogether bad
The same way that a lunatic
Who's Patron Saint is Patrick
Can't be reckoned altogether mad
The Doctor's very smart
He's an Irish man at heart
His favourite colour sure
It must be green
And also he's a man
Who, blimey, when he can
Let me explain the sort of thing
Let me explain the sort of thing I mean
My friend the Doctor says
The moon is made of apple pie
And once a month it's eaten by the sun
And that is why
Up in the sky
You'll find as every month goes by
Somebody in the sky is making another one
My friend the Doctor says
The sun is made of cheddar cheese
The Doctor even knows the reason why
The facts are these
Try if you please
Pretend that you're a lonely cheese
Wouldn't you want to try
Finding an apple pie?
