What's the matter, baby?   Why do you worry so?   There's no reason to quarrel   No reason to go      If you feel sorry, baby   Then I know why   Somebody's been messing with your mind   And made you cry   And made you cry      I'm the doctor   I can help you along   Give you some sustenance   I'll keep you strong      Come into my surgery   It's on the very top floor   You'll feel so quiet there   You'll want to go and see   And have some more      There's flowers in my garden, baby   But it's alright now   I've saved all the flowers, baby   I've kept them for you      They're in a big Chinese bowl, baby   On the top of the stairs   They match nicely with the curtains   And they look well with the chairs      I've good intentions, baby   I don't mean you no harm   I've given you my word, my baby   I've given you my lucky charm      One forceps   One pair of knives   One pair of goggles, baby   Two glass eyes      So, when you see me, baby   I don't want to see you cry   That would only hurt me, baby   Only make me lie      My intentions are unsure now   I'm all qualified to lie   I have myself a bright white coat   I can help you to fly      Alright, the next patient, Miss Faversham   Is someone we know very well   We saw her out in the garden with the flowers   And she was crying      But she needs help   And I've told her to come to the top floor   Where I reside and sit amongst the magazines   The Novas and the Woman's Owns      Reside with me   'Cause I'm the doctor   Yeah, I'm the doctor      It's a sleepy lagoon   On a tropical island we will go to   No thoughts of cruelty, no hurt or pain      And the coconuts bouncing by   The coconuts bouncing by   And the sand all yellow      And the sand all yellow   And the sand all yellow   And the sand all yellow   And the sand all yellow