Nowadays there’s little meaning For a person to be gleaning When a man attaches „Doctor“ to his name He may be a chiropractor Or a painless tooth extractor He’s entitled to the title just the same.Or perhaps he is a preacher Or a lecturer or teacher, Or an expert who cures chickens of the pip; He may keep a home for rummies, Or massage fat people’s tummies, Or specialize in ailments of the hip.Everybody is a „doctor,“ From the backwoods herb concocter To the man who takes bunions from your toes; From the frowning dietician To the snappy electrician Who shocks you loose from all the body’s woes.So there’s very little meaning For a sufferer to be gleaning When a man attaches „Doctor“ to his name. He may pound you, he may starve you, He may cut your hair or carve you, You have got to call him Doctor all the same!
