Bob I can't believe you come here
Two times a week, and that is just weird
Stop gazing there, I'm up here

Your nose seems great
And clear eyes
You need to go
Back to class pronto
You're fakin' it
Not feverish

In case
You are sick
Stick this thing
Under your tongue quick
Let me see it, kid

Ninety eight then point six
Young man, you're fine
You're not sick
I'll tell your mother
Those class avoiding crafty lies
Are a bad thing to do
Cause you know that you're not sick
Here's a band-aid for you
Even though you are not sick

Your bellyache's
A mystery
You're too young miss
For a pregnancy
Maybe
It's cause you overeat

And I
Wonder why
Almost all
My patients are guys
It's an endless line

There's no break with these kids
I'm really stressed
They're not sick, why do I bother?
I crave a pack of cigarettes
They're unhealthy it's true I could stop if I wanted
But I must have one soon cause these kids are obnoxious

Yeah they know that they're not sick

Now I'm hating these kids
I'm gonna lie
Paul's not sick, I'll say it's mono
I'll teach them not to waste my time
Those ridiculous fools
Will not know that they're not sick

Inoculation time
That should show them my
Office is no fun time
I hope it's not a crime
Inoculation time
Almost all the guys
Just left the line