I've one foot in the graveyard,
And the other on the bus
And the passengers who trample
Each other in the rush.
And the chicken-hearted longhair
Is throwing up his fill
To see the kindly doctor
Who has the super-kill.
Well I'm going down,
Three cheers for Dr. Bogenbroom.
Well I'm on my way,
Three cheers for Dr. Bogenbroom.
Well I've tried my best to love you all,
All you hypocrites and boors,
With your eyes on each other
And the locks upon your doors.
We drown me in the fountain,
The blind, I needed you.
Oh, living while I was dying,
We were all just passing through.
Well I'm going down,
Three cheers for Dr. Bogenbroom.
Well I'm on my way,
Three cheers for Dr. Bogenbroom
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