thief
A song about trying to get a scared, lazy friend off their can and back into the world.
© 1996 CHRIS BUTLER/© 1996 FUTURE FOSSIL MUSIC (BMI)
v1
up all night
yelling at each other ‘bout art and life
ya know, you’re a known sponge
freedom is finite
most of our time’s
spent standing in line
passing it from hand-to-hand
ya keep it a minute
then give it to the next man
be patient
cue up and wait your turn
well, plow it back in your work
so each object
represents a chunk of thirst
compacted
gorgeously filleted
but then again, man…
maybe ya just need to get laid!
but not you, brother
you’d rather spaz and squirm
blowing all your liberty
bonged-out bingo’s
zig-zag trajectory
if you’re ground zero
i’d say you were damn lucky
it’s a chain letter
but, brother, you always want cuts
and when it’s your turn, you’re lazy
you let it rust…
CALLED HIM A THIEF…
i put my best foot forward and kicked a man
tripped a thief with my time on his hands
i put my best brain in to come up with this
but where’s yours, Jim, are you saving it?
well, man, that’s exactly my point…
v2
but maybe it’s me
when i borrow something i try to be
careful not to break it
freedom is flimsy
cut yourself off and it cracks and tears
man, we’re all scared
but you’re afraid of something
that’s isn’t even out there
you’re an embezzler
darker than a bank vault at midnight
whaaa..? ya gonna shrivel
in the sunlight?
living in a vacuum sucks
come and hang
with the rest of us schmucks
and stop embarassing us…
stop embarassing us…
stop embarassing us…
I CALLED HIM A THIEF…
juice
A song about the morning ritual of imbibing caffeine, nicotine, vitamins, mood controllers, etc… just to reach human.
© 1996 CHRIS BUTLER/© 1996 FUTURE FOSSIL MUSIC (BMI)
so…
if anybody here’s gotta problem with this
you better say it now to my face
‘cause once this sucker starts’ rolling free
it’s gone, goodbye, next case
poli-tics, mono-tics…whatever…
that’s all behind us now
‘cause once this Vitamin J kicks in….
i buy milk
i do laundry
something really strong gets a holda me…
(and…) i’ve got juice to swing that velvet hammer
and i become what i’m supposed to be
fill me up with my peculiar mixture
and nothing good or bad can bother me
ya smell that?
ya, i know…nothing
the air is rainstorm clean
i don’t trust nothing that i can’t see
but it’s much more fun to breathe
stick stick, stick-stick-stick
stick out your tongue
i’m here! i’m here! i’m here!
like a ghost who’s trying to quit smoking…
i mean…you’re already dead…like…who cares?
gotta buy some milk
do my laundry
something really strong gets a holda me…
(ahh…) i’ve got juice to swing that velvet hammer
and i become just who i wanna be
fill me up with my peculiar mixture
and nothing right or wrong can rattle me
check out these elbows!
by a famous designer!…
it’s a chemical makeover…
juice…to swing that velvet hammer
nothing left or right will side track me (blow!)
i really need ta buy some milk
wanna watch me do my laundry?
something really strong gets a holda me…
i’ve got juice to swing that velvet hammer
and i become what i’m supposed to be
fill me up with my peculiar mixture
and nothing good or bad can bother me
check out these elbows!
nothing left or right will side track me
it’s a chemical makeover…
and nothing right or wrong can rattle me
and nothing good or bad can bother me
nothing good or bad can bother me
nothing good or bad can bother me
nothing good or bad can bother me
nothing good or bad…
le french movie
A song about attending a college reunion and meeting up with an old girlfriend.
© 1996 CHRIS BUTLER/© 1996 FUTURE FOSSIL MUSIC (BMI)
we rendez-vous at our favorite Scottish restaurant
a/k/a Mc Sewer
can’t take my eyes off your chest
you, my Milwaukee tumor
20 years ago, i wonder, hon…
were we really that much cooler?
that much cooler?
i remember you screaming at the rally
“bring the fascists to their knees”
your educated tongue
sank my L.S.A.T.’s
back then we upped the revolution
each time we dropped our jeans
like in a “le french movie”
each time we dropped our jeans
i wanted a job once…they asked me, son what can you do well?
i said i’m a really excellent smoker
and as a tourist, non-pareil
i am skilled/schooled at power loafing
and i have a pleasant smell
me…well…i’m still chasing magic
missing every shot at wealth
heard you’re sticking needles into people
in the name of hippie health
how come every plot invention
ends up parodying itself?
like in a “le french movie”
when i was voted the worst joint roller
in my dorm back in ‘68
you rescued me with absinthe,
Jarry & Carné
the whole world was watching us
now, we’re parsley on a plate
like in a “le french movie”
this isn’t just a car
A song about and older guy running off with a young girl.
© 1996 CHRIS BUTLER/© 1996 FUTURE FOSSIL MUSIC (BMI)
so Vicki walked in…trailing thunder
had a St. Christopher’s medal parked under her arm
she said “hey buster…you’re corkin’ my bottle
are you ready to walk, man…or what?”
verse 1:
don’t ask me if my brain’s packed, child
i’ll just talk talk talk talk talk about myself
still waiting…still waiting
way way waiting…for something worth waiting foooooooor example,
reintro:
okay, okay so we know that like…life’s not fair…?
well, that’s whywe’rehere…to fix it
to make this planet nice so that aliens watching us from outer space don’t deem us unworthy and…pulverize us
verse 2:
which is exactly how i’m feeling
there is war between my ears
you’re my mop…and everything is leaking
ever notice how at times like these
all your cornball truths get revealed?
like “money always slums with the dumb ones”
and “your best friends are still your wheels”?
refrain:
what are the white kids doin?
what are the white kids doin about it?
chorus 1:
this isn’t just a car…it’s a collision
wiping out my life
with an engine
this isn’t just a car…it’s a decision/direction
this isn’t just a car…
wow…there’s alionon this pack of camels!
smile as the sticks smear by
i’m all hands, and vicki is all handles
ever wonder how at times like these
all the water in the world isused?
any regrets? .yeah…shoulda brought my bongos
-or-
ever wonder how at times like these
if the giblets & neck & heart that come in the that little packet inside a chicken you buy from the food store really came from the same chicken?
(WHAT THE HELL AM I SO HAPPY FOR?)
damn construction…
buddy’s not ready
A song about trying to deal with a passive-aggressive person.
© 1990 CHRIS BUTLER/© 1990 FUTURE FOSSIL MUSIC (BMI)
BUDDY…BUDDY’s NOT READY
BUDDY’s FAVORITE THING TO DO IS MOAN
HIS SECOND FAVORITE THING TO DO IS MOAN
THINGS JUST HAVE TO BE HIS WAY
EVERYTHING SERVED ON A SILVER TRAY
AND IF BUDDY… BUDDY’s NOT READY
HE HAS STRATEGIES SO HE WON’T BE IGNORED
CAUTION ALWAYS WORKS FOR HIM, HE’S A TORTOISE, NOT A HARE
IF RUSHING AROUND’S REQUIRED, WELL…THEN BUDDY DOESN’T CARE
AS HIS FRONT DOOR SLOWLY SWINGS SHUT
BUDDY’S GOT HIS REASONS
THEY’RE ALWAYS VERY SOUND
ASK FOR AN EXPLANATION, HE’LL SAY
“I DON’T OWE YOU AN EXPLANATION”
WHEN BUDDY IS RELAXING
THE WORLD GRINDS TO A HALT
IF YOU TRY TO WORK AROUND HIM
AND HE’LL SLIP INTO A SULK
AND YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT HIM FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS AT LEAST
DON’T BOTHER TRYING TO BUDGE HIM
WHEN HIS INTEREST LEVEL DROPS
HUMOR’S WASTED ON HIM
IT’S LIKE TALKING TO A COP
NO FORCE IN NATURE CAN MAKE THIS STOP…
YA CAN’T CAUSE…
WHEN BUDDY… BUDDY’s NOT READY
(WHATEVER IT IS)
IT’S JUST NOT WHAT HE WANTS TO DO
SITTING RIGHT OVER THERE
IN HIS FAMOUS
EASY DOES IT CHAIR
PICKING HIS TEETH WITH A
NAZI BAYONET…OR MAYBE
WORKING ON HIS JAILHOUSE BALLPOINT PEN TATTOO
GRINNING ABOUT HOW MUCH WE ALL MUST HATE HIS GUTS
WELL…IF WE ALL HATE HIM…THEN WHY GET UP??
IF BUDDY… BUDDY’s NOT READY
HE GOES “I JUST DON’T FEEL LIKE IT TODAY…”
yeah…
orbiting monica
A song about a spacy girl who’s both attractive and repellent.
© 1995 CHRIS BUTLER/© 1995 FUTURE FOSSIL MUSIC (BMI)
v1
priestess of bliss
a pipeline to every kind of mys-tic-al
knowing…knowing
v2
mistress of chance
there are no accidents, it’s all
meaning
chorus 1
orbiting Monica
goddess of truth
ev-ry-thing is orbiting Monica
so many moons…
v3
down on your knees, boy
your ego’s a weed in her garden of
growing…growing
chorus 2
orbiting Monica
gone for a spin
dazzle-a-ting every dimension
she’s currently in
smack on the spot
where all endings begin
everybody’s orbiting Monica
cause she always wins!
at the center of a quantum-teenage Universe of Light
hand-picked by Monica ‘cause it’s just felt so right
i butterfly around her, butterfly around her, butterfly-fly
always looking in from the outside
her brand/kind of wisdom is not mine
lift up her lid and who knows what you’ll find..?
solo
v4
nope
don’t get the joke
but Mon-i-ca’s laughing…laughing
v5
zoned-out on space
spliced/hip to her place
in the great cosmic flowing
chorus 4
orbiting Monica
so damn far out
can ya, can ya read me, Monica?
over and out?
highest of lotuses
coldest of cools
satellized by too many christophers
too many moons!
at the center of a micro-teenage Universe of Light
the gift of Mon-i-ca al-ways denied
still I’m lookin’ in from the outside
her brand of wisdom is not mine
i lie the truth
A song about how our thoughts and words define our world.
© 1989 CHRIS BUTLER/© 1989 FUTURE FOSSIL MUSIC (BMI)
I…TWIST WHAT I TASTE TOUCH AND SEE
BUT, I…THINK YOUR STORY… STINKS… ANGEL
I DON’T BELIEVE A WORD OF IT
NOW WHEN I… LOAD AND… SHARPEN MY TONGUE
I…SPIT THE BIG LIE, RUMORS, WORLDS
AND I BELIEVE EVERY WORD OF IT
ANGEL, ANGEL
I’M CHOPPING EVERYTHING UP
SHAVING IT DOWN TO FIT MY MOUTH
I’M BLOWING IT UP
PUMP IT BACK UP SO BIG THEY BOUNCE
BOUNCE AROUND THE HOUSE
I…STRETCH FACTS CAN YOUR EAR TASTE MY SWEAT?
I…BREATHE FOR FUN, LIVNG MY LANGUAGE
BUT I DON’T THINK YOU TRUST THAT, DO YA?
ANGEL, ANGEL
I’M MAKING IT UP
PUTTING THAT SPIN WHERE IT BELONGS
HONEST AS I CAN BE
BUT NOTHING SITS STILL FOR VERY LONG
MY VERSION’S NEVER WRONG
I LIE THE TRUTH
I’D RATHER SEE ARMIES DANCING
I LIE THE TRUTH
I’D RATHER PULL WOOL OVER YOUR EYES
SO TALK TO ME, HOW YA BEEN? HOW’S YOUR LIFE?
I GOTCHA… TEMPORARY… SURE
WELL, YOU KNOW, WE WE LIVE AT THE LEVEL OF OUR LANGUAGE
WELL, SHE UNDERSTOODTHAT… CAUSE A…
SHE STARTED DRIPPING DIAMONDS
AND I SMELLED THAT ‘TAKE ME HOME” PERFUME
AND THE BIG CLOCK HAND STALLS MID-TICK
AND I REV
EY!, SOMEONE JUST FELL OUT THE WINDOW!
DID THEY JUMP OR WERE THEY PUSHED?
WELL, WHAT DID THEY EXPECT TO CONQUER WITH THAT GUITAR ANYWAY?
WHAT’S TRUE TURNED OUT TO BE JUST ANOTHER POINT OF VIEW
LIKE THERE’S A HUNDRED DOLLAR BILL TAPED UNDER ONE OF YOUR SEATS…
OR..OR…THE PERSON SITTING NEXT TO YOU WANTS TO SLEEP WITH YOU
THE PERSON SITTING NEXT TO YOU DOESN’T LIKE YOU AT ALL
SOMEONE’S HIDING SOMETHING AND I KNOW WHAT IT IS!
THERE’S A BOMB UNDER ONE OF YOUR SEATS
DON’T LOOK
THERE’S A BOMB IN ONE OF YOUR CARS
DON’T LOOK… DON’T YOU TRUST ME?
THIS BUILDINGS ON FIRE
THIS IS THE LAST THING ONE OF YOU WILL EVER HEAR
HEY… YOU’VE LOST WEIGHT… LOOKIN’ GOOD…
LIKE CHICKEN.
the habit
A song about being defensive about an addiction.
© 1989 CHRIS BUTLER/© 1989 FUTURE FOSSIL MUSIC (BMI)
I’M LAUGHING
WHY STOP?
I FEEL LIKE I’M SWIMMING IN GINGER ALE
THROUGH A WORLD OF COTTON
DUMB MOTION
BOLD ACTION IN A VACUUM
JUST BOUNCES OFF THE WALLS AND GOES ON FOREVER
‘TILL IT BENDS AROUND AND SEES ITS OWN REAR END
SENSITIVE, AREN’T WE?
DON’T LIKE TO TALK ABOUT IT, DO WE?
IT’S A TOUCHY SUBJECT
SMILE, BLUSH AND LOOK AT YOUR FEET
YOU DO… DON’T YOU?
YOU DO!… DON’T YOU!
TELL ME… I WON’T JUDGE YOU NO BLAME, NO WRONG, NO RIGHT
IT’S JUST A HABIT
NOW, ONLY THOSE WITH IT CAN UNDERSTAND
THOSE WITHOUT IT SHAKE THEIR HEADS AND SAY YOU’RE WEAK
CALL IT A DISEASE
TSK TSK TSK
YOU LOOK AWFUL, THEY SAY
YOU SHOULD SEE IT FROM IN HERE, YOU SAY
EVERY TRY TO PUNCH YOUR WAY OUT OF YOUR OWN HEAD?
YEP…HE’S ONE
UH HUH… HER TOO
ME? I’VE ALWAYS DONE IT
I WAS BORN WITH IT
SO I DON’T GET TOO EXCITED ANYMORE
EASY DOES IT
ONE DAY AT A TIME
I CHOOSE MY FRIENDS AND LOVERS BY THOSE THAT DO IT
IT COLORS MY POINT OF VIEW, BUT I LIVE AROUND IT
I’VE HAD NO JOB PROBLEMS BECAUSE OF IT
I DON’T GO OUT OF MY WAY LOOKING FOR IT
I DREAM CONSTANTLY OF BEING FREE OF IT
WANNA MAKE SOMETHING OF IT?
MY HABIT?
gun day
A song about an urban maniac who finally snaps.
© 1989 CHRIS BUTLER/© 1989 FUTURE FOSSIL MUSIC (BMI)
well, i’m so mad this morning, all i can do is spit
no more cheek turning, the end, that’s it
i got bugs in my coffee… the sky is crying
the tv’s looking at me and the radio’s lying
i go pop… i become a weapon
stick a sign on the door that says… “gone stalking”
kindness is weakness… kindness is weakness
this is one of those days that’s “one of those days”
the horror boils over and i’m chokin’
this city’s a noose, packed with bad actors
soft as a sales pitch…mtough as a tractor
all the faces… too many faces, dirt and noise and…
look out, you motherfuckers… this boy’s poison
kindness is weakness… kindness is weakness
‘cause there’s nothing wrong with you
that a spanking won’t fix
and if a whack won’t do it… we’ll proceed to kicks
and if stomping don’t make it, take it further still
‘cause if the boot won’t do it, maybe a bullet will…
“ONE DAY…” “SOME DAY…” “SOME DAY…““TODAY…““IT’S…”
GUN DAY… GUN DAY, yessirreee
GUN DAY… don’t even look at me
GUN DAY… would ya like a lead kiss?
has it come to this? oh yeah, it’s come to this!
GUN DAY… GUN DAY
i see rows of white crosses, crossed off, cross hairs
so long, syonara, goodbye… who cares?
cannons in my pockets, warming up the triggers
a tiny little man feeling ten times bigger
now, don’t blame the weather… ain’t the phase of the moon
sunspots, hormones, help me… don’t touch me
shifting out of red into cold blue burn
when will you ever learn? when will you ever learn? (that)
kindness is weakness… kindness is weakness
‘cause there’s nothing wrong with you
that a spanking won’t fix
and if a whack won’t do it… we’ll proceed to kicks
and if stomping don’t make it, take it further still
‘cause if the boot won’t do it, maybe a bullet will…
“ONE DAY…” “SOME DAY…” “SOME DAY…““TODAY…““IT’S…”
GUN DAY… GUN DAY, it’s not pretty
GUN DAY… god, i hate this city
GUN DAY… man, this is fun!
GUN DAY… how fast can you run?
I HAVE TO DO THIS THING, I HAVE TO DO THIS THING
boom! boom!
black ones, white ones, hebrews, catholics
a semi-automatic’s very democratic
if i was the fella with his finger on the button
i’d push it in a second… no hesitation
‘cause this planet’s a toilet, plugged and stinking
the whole damn human race, needs flushing
and i’m the man to do it, says a voice in my head
you can’t kill me cause i’m already dead
kindness is weakness…kindness is weakness
‘cause there’s nothing wrong with you
that a spanking won’t fix
and if a … STILL TALKING? NO MORE TALKING
GUN DAY… c’mon hold still
GUN DAY… didja write yer will?
GUN DAY… here’s one for you
release this pressure with a boom boom boom boom
… and i become a man-thing
… and i become a man-thing
… and i become a man-thing
… and… i… just… ex… plode.
capitalism
A song about the fantasies of a bored management trainee.
© 1990 CHRIS BUTLER/© 1990 FUTURE FOSSIL MUSIC (BMI)
EVERYTHING IN IT’S PLACE ‘CAUSE NEATNESS COUNTS
PENS GO OVER HERE, ROLODEX OVER THERE
MY WIFE’S PICTURE AT A PERFECT ANGLE
TO A BIG CHROME STAPLER, MY PER-SON-AL STAPLER
I CAN MAKE MY CHAIR GO UP OR DOWN
TILT OR SWIVEL, I JUST JIGGLE THIS LITTLE HANDLE
THIS IS MY TELEPHONE, THIS IS MY COMPUTER
AND THAT ASHTRAY HAS NEVER BEEN USED!
NOW , LOOK, LOOK, LOOK AT THIS! IS-N’T THIS REALLY SPECIAL?
A GREEN DESK BLOTTER LOOKS SO PROFESSIONAL
A GREEN DESK BLOTTER
LOOKS LIKE A BATTLEFIELD
A GREEN DESK BLOTTER
LOOKS LIKE A BATTLEFIELD
JUST HIRED STRAIGHT OUT OF SCHOOL
GONNA RIDE THAT SHEEPSKIN TICKET
TO A ROSY FUTURE, BIG PO-TEN-TIAL
A SHOT OF NEW BLOOD THAT’S WHAT THEY SAID THEY NEEDED
AND THEY KNEW REAL MANAGE-MENT TA-LENT WHEN THEY SAW IT
CAP -IT-AL-ISM BRINGS OUT THE BEST IN PEOPLE
THAT’S GOOD ‘CAUSE I’M A NICE GUY…
THAT’S GOOD ‘CAUSE I’M A KIND GUY..
GONNA LEARN TO BE SLY
GONNA LEARN TO PLAY HARD BALL
BIZ -NESS IS BUSINESS, NOT E-MO-TION-AL
IF YOU DON’T WANNA GET SCREWED, BOY
BE A SCREW DRIVER
DON’T DREAM THE AMERICAN DREAM
STEAL IT FROM SOMEONE ELSE
UH…DID I WANNA MAKE A LOT OF MONEY?
YEAH, I WANNA MAKE LOTS OF MONEY!
I DREAM MONEY
I BREATH/SHIT MONEY
AND ANY DAY NOW
I’M GONNA BUY ME A SECOND SUIT!
NOWI’M AN E-XEC-U-TIVE BETTER EXECUTESOME THING
GOTTA MAKE MY NUMBERS
PROVE MYSELF PRO BA TION
THEY ONLY KEEP THOSE THAT SHOW THE MOST HUSTLE
SO THE DAYS CONNECT ENDLESS, ENDLESS DAYS
OVERTIME
DON’T THINK ABOUT BEING EXPLOITED
DON’T THINK THAT I’M JUST WHITE COLLAR CANNON FODDER
GOT TO START SOMEWHERE
THEN MOVE RIGHT UP THE LADDER
I BE-LIEVE ANYONE CAN MAKE IT
JUST WORK HARD FOR IT SUC-CESS IS JUST AROUND THE
CORNER
OP -POR-TU-NITY KNOCKS ME OVER
BUT THERE ARE NO A-PPOINT-MENTS
IN MY DAI-LY PLANNER
A GREEN DESK BLOTTER
LOOKS LIKE A BATTLEFIELD
A GREEN DESK BLOTTER
LOOKS LIKE A BATTLEFIELD
A GREEN DESK BLOTTER
LOOKS LIKE A BATTLEFIELD
A GREEN DESK BLOTTER
LOOKS LIKE A BATTLEFIELD
THEY’LL COME AT DAWN ROLL UP THE WHITE-OUT ARMOR
CORPORAL , TAKE TEN RUBBER BANDS
I WANT LOOKOUTS ON THE PE- RIM ETER
SANFORD…YOU’RE ON POINT, DIG IN BY THAT COFFEE MUG
SARGE , I’M SCARED
SON WE’RE ALL SCARED,
MY HEART IS POUND -ING LOUD AS A GRAD-U-A-TION WATCH
WHERE’S MY AIR COVER? I MUST HAVE AIR COVER!
A SHAD -OW FALLS THE TROOPS FREEZE IN FEAR
AS A LET -TER O-PEN-ER BOMBER SLOW-LY RUMBLES OVER.
PAPER CLIPS LAID OUT IN A TIGHT FORMATION
LINES OF STAMPS GUARD MY LEFT AND RIGHT FLANKS
AND HERE COMES THE PENCIL CAVALRY
CHARGING UP THE MIDDLE
OH MY MY MY
DON’T THEY LOOK FINE!!
THEN IT’S BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG…
WHO WON, WON, WON WON WON? ETC.
MISS PRICE, WAS THAT CALL FOR ME?
architect or doctor
A song about fretting over what’s real versus what’s bad brain chemistry.
© 1993 CHRIS BUTLER/© 1993 FUTURE FOSSIL MUSIC (BMI)
intro:
it’s a certainty..I know ya do… lie it’s a certainty… I’m
a structureless… guy
I’m an architect… free
of all materials… free
I’m an architect, architect, architect…
honestly.
“BI-DI-DOO-DOO!”
v I
were ya wearin’ wednesday?
did it feel like thursday?
were ya out today? were ya out today?
when ya asked the doctor
when ya asked the doctor
was it yesterday? was it yesterday?
will ya ask the doctor
will ya ask the doctor
is it today? is it today?
will ya ask the doctor
will ya ask the doctor
is it today? is it today?
will ya ask the doctor?
when ya ask him about it…
did he make ya take it?
will he make ya take it?
when ya asked the doctor
when ya asked for johnson
did ya ask for johnson? did ya ask for johnson?
did ya ask for johnson? did ya ask for johnson?
(break)
just what does this mean…
“my elevator’s got no breaks??”
it doesn’t have to be like that…
it doesn’t have to be like that…
sunset in my face…?
EEEEE…OHHHH
it doesn’t have to be like that…
it doesn’t have to be…
it doesn’t have to be like that.
“BI-DI-DOO-DOO!”
v2
did ya find the building?
did ya find the building?
is it changin’ color? is it changin’ color?
is it that round thing?
is it that round thing?
is it getting taller? is it getting taller?
will ya ask the doctor
will ya ask the doctor
is it today? is it today?
will ya ask the doctor
will ya ask the doctor
is it today? is it today?
is it today? is it today?
2nd figure
is it today that you might…
find some science…
to heal these sores?
confound all the prophets
let me…do what i want…?
lifers in here tell me their stories
they’re really sad, but they always lose me…
fadin’ in and fadin’ out
3rd figure
on your way to school… uh oh
flash! understanding?… uh oh
know it once and for all…
settle it once and for all…
is this just life…
is this just my life…
or is this just the way life is…
or is this just the way my life is…
or is it some type of illness?
or is there some kind of sickness?
“BI-DI-DOO-DOO!”
WILL YOU ASK THE DOCTOR…?