I’m Not a Well Man Songtext
von Barbra Streisand

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
Assorted 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
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
To Kenneth maybe could write
A tragical plot

How can I plan?
I might haven't got
You′re dealing with not
With not a well man
I'm not a well man