I'm Not a Well Man

He's not a well man And he's getting worse If he had any sense He'd be in bed with a graduate nurse A couple of big specialists High priced consultation And outside waiting in the hall a*sorted logic small poor relations His aches have got aches His pains are in pain And what sizzles and frizzles Inside there all the smartest professors could not explain -they wouldn't know what? Be quick as you can I might haven't got You're dealing with not (cough!) With not a well man I'm not a well man Get worse every year All the medical doctors Give one look They're amazed I'm still here I should own a pharmacy For just my prescriptions My bills for only pills alone Would chill you to the bone With conniptions What I have been through No man could recite It would make your heart break And play a story that only Turn yet it maybe could write A tragical plot How can I plan? I might haven't got You're dealing with not (cough!) With not a well man I'm not a well man