Dr. Jack
Was a quack
Named Kevorkian.
And he worked
In a shack
Up in Michegan.
If you're sick,
Dr. Jack
Doesn't make you healthy.
If you're practically
Dead, he could
End it with glee.
The cops couldn't stop Jack;
They tried, tried, tried...
The geezers in his shack just
Died, died, died, died, died...
But they couldn't stop Jack
Or the I.V. dripping.
And they couldn't prevent Jack
From killing grannies.
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Dr. Jack Lyrics

Bob Rivers – Dr. Jack Lyrics