Men They’re no good They never treat a woman like Like they should
I’ve known then from Bombay to Senegal But there’s one in particular That I recall
Once I loved such a shattering physician Quite the best-looking doctor in the state He looked after my physical condition And his bedside manner was great
He said my bronchial tubes were entrancing My epiglottis filled him with glee He simply loved my larynx And went wild about my pharynx But he never said he loved me
He said my epidermis was darling And found my blood as blue as could be He went through wild ecstatics, When I showed him my lymphatics But he never said he loved me
And though no doubt It was not very smart of me I kept on racking my soul To figure out Why he loved every part of me And yet not me as a whole
With my esophagus, he was ravished Enthusiastic to a degree He said ‘twas just enormous My appendix vermiformis But he never said he loved me
He said my vertebrae was sehr schön He called my coccyx plus, que gentil He murmured, “Molto bella” When I sat on his patella But he never said he loved me
He took a fleeting look at my thorax And started singing slightly off-key He cried, “May heaven strike us” When I played my umbilicus But he never said he loved me
He seemed amused When he first made a test of me To further his medical art -Yes? Yet he refused When he’d fixed up the rest of me To cure that ache in my heart
And so he lingered on until morning Yet when I tried to pay him his fee -Yes? He said, “Why, don’t be funny, It is I who owe you money” - But he never said…
He said he really thought a lot Of my medulla oblongata And my pancreas and sternum Made him sing a wild cantata
When I shook my pelvic girdle Well, he did a double hurdle -Your appendix? Just tremendous - Cerebellum? Simply swell-um - But he never said… He loved my sinuses and spleen And every organ in between And yet he never said he loved me