He's altogether a marvellous man.
And he understands the Irish.
And any man who understands the Irish
can be reckoned altogether bad.
The same way that a lunatic
whose patron saint is Patrick
He's an Irishman at heart.
His favourite colour, sure it must be green
And also he's a man who'll
Let me explain the sort of thing I mean
My friend the doctor says
the moon is made of apple pie
And that is why up in the sky you'll
find as every month goes by
My friend the doctor says
the sun is made of cheddar cheese
The doctor even knows the reason why
The facts are these, try if you please
pretending you're a lonely cheese
Maybe what the doctor tells me
But I love every tale he tells me
I don't know any better ones, do you?
the world is full of fantasy
And who are you and I to disagree?
Let's hope and pray, that is the way
The life we love will always stay
For my friend, the doctor and me
My friend the doctor says
The stars are made of lemon drops
The bigger ones are lollipops
The clouds have shops up on the top
That sell sweets your sweets
What do they call the place?
My friend the doctor says
that every time it starts to rain
If you remain out in the rain
you'll think you're drinking pink
Spend your life praying for
Maybe what the Doctor tells me
But I love every tale he tells me
I don't know any better one
My friend, the Doctor says
The world is full of fantasy
And who are you and I to disagree?
The life we love will always stay
for my friend, the Doctor!
My friend, Doctor and me!