Saw that I was saggin' so I thought that I'd go
Visit a Dr. on a street called Ro-de-o.
Get me a tuck and some colegen-oh
Then I'd be ready/ Get up on the stage
Give uh great farwell show.

CHORUS
Dr. fix me up, please.
People paid a lot of money/Please don't let them
See my baggy ol' knees.
Just a tuck then forget about the eyes/ And work some on my thighs.

Yes I was young, such a long time ago
Met up with a short guy/ Did a little T.V. show.
Then I met Greg, Mrs. Allman's son-n-n
Fine'ly had to leave him/We still can't decide who's the prettiest one.
CHORUS
Dr. fix me up, please
People paid a lot of money/ Please don't let them
See my baggy ol' knees
Just a tuck then forget about the eyes/ And work some on my thighs.

Always been purty so I na-tra-lee gotta keep lookin' swell
Dr. appoinments keep me looking great
Miss one and my body goes to hell.... Goes to h-h-h-ell

Look in mirror see a great body there
Not a single wrinkle there's no grey in my hair.
Botox keeps my face looking great
Cash is not a problem/ I'll perform until I'm a hundred and eight
CHORUS & OUT
Dr. fix me up, please
People paid a lot of money/ Please don't let them
See my baggy ol' knees
Just a tuck then forget about the eyes/ And work some on my thighs