Guess how many more I can fit there
And he goes to med school
Publisher: EIGHT FOOT MUSIC
How about a nine month long vacation
Where his Magic Johnson ought to be
Yes, I'll tell you just the thing
Guess right get the toaster but you know
And keep your mouth shut tight
Yes, I can do everything
The lights are staying out but no sweat
You need from out of my new SUV
I've been baking cakes for the enemy
And zest for the counter productive
I've got aim like a mack truck
I've been getting up, close and intimate
To get professional
To last the length of your recovery
Let's start in with a test of your intelligence
My partner Brian, would love to take care of you
I've been feeling dull as a coat hanger
Oh, he goes to med school
Put away those pliers, honey
Pretty as a picture of a patient on a fresh IV
He is a nice man
And a two foot coffin
Giddy as a gang banger with a set of sutures
It's got a nice ring
Trust me 'cause I know the options
Oh, oh, he goes to med school
Some close calls but I'm getting into it
Songwriter: Amanda M Palmer
Mandy goes to med school
I've been taking friends to the alleyway
All my work is guaranteed
In some states they say, you can burn for it
And if you show up and I am unavailable
Two down now but who's gonna notice it?
Up and down, and round about, and out the back
You need to be the next big thing
He's in a rock band
Two down now but who's counting anyway?
It's not a bad thing
Miss, guessing gets you nowhere
Thoroughly reliable
Guess how many fingers? Okay
Fifty bucks a month ought to cover it
But I'll burn that bridge when I get to it
And I've been taking tips from the government
I've been getting damn good at hiding it
I've been dying to find out the hard way