Saturday wasn't different|From any day that week|You woke up and you got outta bed|Then you fell in a heap||Well I'm a doctor and it's true|There is one thing ailing you|I'm a doctor and I'm sure|That there's no cure||Now you were born with a healthy heart|And a happy smile|Your little system was immune|Now you're about to expire||Well I'm a doctor and it's true|There is one thing ailing you|I'm a doctor and I'm sure|That thre's no cure||You've been bitten by the bug|Of the girl who broke the hearts|Of a thousand boys|And I'm sorry but there's no cure|Of this I'm sure|Death is a knockin at your door ||And when you've used up |All of your sick days |A note from me won't do you no good|Though I hate to admit this |There is nothing further |That I can do for you||Forget about a smile |They've gone outta style|Little boy blue|You're stuck with a frown |You're upside down |What will you do ||Well I'm a doctor and it's true|There is one thing ailing you|I'ma doctor and I'm sure|That there's no cure||You've been bitten by the bug|Of the girl who broke the hearts|Of a thousand boys|And I'm sorry but there's no cure|Of this I'm sure|Death is a knockin at your door|No there's no hope any more|Yes I'm sure that there's no cure