(kember/Pierce)

Call the doctor pretty baby, you know I'm near to my last breath
You'd better hurry now honey, or you're gonna be my death
You'd better throw away the spoons and all the other dirty things
Cos when the law arrives this evening, I don't think they'll wait and ring

Call the doctor pretty baby, tell him he's gotta rush and run
Cos I think I've had too much babe, tell him it ain't no fun

Hey there's the door now pretty baby, see who's on the other side
Tell them to back up with the wagon now I think I'm going for a ride

Tell them I did it to myself babe, and I lived a life of sin
Tell them black ain't always white babe, and without sure ain't within