They say that when you hold your breath   You turn a little blue   And if you hold it for too long   That's the end of you      But sometimes you just can't help it   It's out of your control   For all your careful chewing   The Reaper's on a roll      Help me, Dr. Heimlich   Help me, Dr. Heimlich      Your the best friend a windpipe has ever found   The Kool-Aid man's got nothing on you   You're a true-blue dude with an attitude   But it's a good one      And everytime I think of you   I sing this song   And then I start to choke up   But not for very long      Thank you, Dr. Heimlich   Thank you, Dr. Heimlich   Thank you, Dr. Heimlich   Thank you, Dr. Heimlich      And we'll all breathe a little easier   Now that you're here....