Interpret:

Bobby Darin

Album:

Bobby Darin Sings Doctor Dolittle

Now any man who understands the Irish,
Well, they can't be reckoned altogether bad
The same way that a lunatic
Who's Patron Saint is Patrick
Can't be reckoned altogether mad


The Doctor's very smart
He's an Irish man at heart
His favourite colour
Sure, it must be green
And also he's a man
Who, blimey, when he can
Let me explain the sort of thing
Let me explain the sort of thing I mean


My friend the Doctor says the moon is made of apple pie
And once a month it's eaten by the sun
And that is why, up in the sky
You'll find as every month goes by
Somebody in the sky is making another one


My friend the Doctor says the sun is made of cheddar cheese
The Doctor even knows the reason why.
The facts are these,
Try if you please,
Pretend that you're a lonely cheese,
Wouldn't you want to try finding an apple pie?


Maybe what the Doctor tells me
Isn't altogether true
But I love every tale he tells me
And I don't know any better ones
Do you?


My friend the Doctor says the world is full of fantasy!
And who are you or I to disagree?
Let's hope and pray
That is the way
The life we love will always stay
For my friend the Doctor and me


My friend the Doctor says the stars are made of lemon drops
The bigger ones are lollipops and ice
The clouds are shops up on the tops
That sell you sweets and soda pops
What do they call the place
Isn't it paradise?


My friend the Doctor says that every time it starts to rain
And people run indoors again, in swarms
If you remain
Out in the rain
You'll think you're drinking pink champagne
And you'll spend your life praying for thunderstorms


Maybe what the Doctor tells me
Isn't altogether true
But I love every tale he tells me
And I don't know any better ones
Do you?


My friend the Doctor says the world is full of fantasy!
And who are you or I to disagree?
Let's hope and pray
That is the way
The life we love will always stay
For my friend the M.D. and me!