- From New Delhi to Darjeeling
- I have done my share of healing,
- And I've never yet been beaten or outboxed,
- I remember that with one jab
- Of my needle in the Punjab
- How I cleared up beriberi
- And the dreaded dysentery,
- But your complaint has got me really foxed.
Oh.
Oh doctor, touch my fingers.
- Well, goodness gracious me.
You may be very clever
But however, can't you see,
My heart beats much too much
At a certain tender touch,
It goes boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom-boom-boom,
- like it!
Boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
- Well, goodness gracious me.