Doc's Holliday

As I went in Montana one morning
A handsome young doctor I happened to spy
With new cowboy boots and a plug of tobacco
He looked dejected and I asked him why?

Once in the O.R. I chewed on my Red Man
Once in the O.R. I used my spittoon
But they made me stop chewing and now I'm Boo-Hooing
My spit is not welcome in the O. Room

They thought it was grating and so irritating
They thought it was bad when He spit on the floor
He was operating but the mess they were hating
The mess they were hating so they showed him the door

So work your gums slowly; Your breath is so dirty
And play Wyatt Earp while you open my spleen
It shouldn't be too hard To keep me from the grave yard
Watch where you spit if you know what I mean

Copyright 2001 Rob Dale all rights reserved