Raggedy Ann Broadway Demo - Diagnosis

LYRICS
DOCTORS
We fear there's bromidorisphobia
Which means that there's a love o'ya poor brain
Which isn't workin' really right.
Compound phneumonoconiosis leads to only one prognosis
That supposes you could last to Tuesday night
So we address the situation with a grave deliberation
As physicians not magicians who you seek
A case of thrombocytopenia at this stage
Can only mean ya
Got no paddle an' you're really up the creek
Because you're sick, sick, sick!
And you ain't gettin' better quick, quick, quick!
We would do somethin' really good, if we could,
But we can't, and we won't,
So we'll keep right on consulting,
Please don't think that we're insulting,
But you're ill, ill, ill!
And boy for us is that a thrill, thrill, thril
We'd like to help ya but your case is complicated
And we know when something's fated,
So relax, enjoy and please stop asking why!
Because you're sick, sick, sick!
And we think you're gonna die.
You've got a hirsute hidroadenosis
That's our major diagnosis
And how close is your demise we cannot tell.
But this results in melancholia
And as we already tol' ya
As a whole ya really doing not so well.
You got a bad coxsackie virus
Which has now begun to tire us
And we've done about as much as we can do.
It doesn't matter what yer wishin'
Go and call a good mortician
'Cause you're fadin' fast
And you ain't pullin' through!
Because you're sick, sick, sick!
Yer future isn't worth a lick, lick, lick!
As master surgeons we confess,
You're a mess and we'd like to express
Our condlence to your father,
Gad, it really is a bother that you're ill, ill, ill!
And wait 'till Poppa gets the bill, bill, bill!
We know you're sinking
And although we're glad we met ya
That ol' reaper's gonna get ya
So we'll big adieu and wave ta ta goodbye!
Because you're sick, sick, sick!
And we know you're gonna die.
Hmmmm.