If a doctor takes a pen and writes some words that I don’t know
It must make sense to you, you’ll know just what to do
If meds could cure a hundred ills, then you can help me too
There's no one else but you, to fill prescriptions, true

And when my last allotment’s running low
You come and make a refill just for me

If I take the stuff you give me as prescribed, I might get well
Tomorrow or today, or later on the way
If my problem, though, is chronic, and a cure is not in view
I’ll come again to you, with a refill script that’s new

Then day by day my meds go one by one
So you and I would simply not be done!