Dancin’ Doctors Songtext
von The Freshies

Jennifer rides on a banking plane
Crying her eyes out, shouting and spitting
'Cause the feet don't fit on the same foot
They're not supposed to

Jill still wishing she were back in school
It doesn't matter, hon, it doesn't matter
I'll carry your books home, copy your homework
Somebody dial 'em a 999

Get dancin' doctors for the Saturday girls on me
Let dancin' doctors spend Saturday night with the same girls

Melanie's thinking of a chest complaint
You don't wanna buy one, luv, you get 'em with smoking
The doctors don't dig it but the government rig it
And we know


Nicki's gone crazy on the new Night Nurse
It does nothing for ya
It ruins the eyesight
I try to tell 'em but they will not listen

Still Saturday girls spend Saturday day at the shops
And dancin' doctors spend Saturday night with the same girls, dancin'

They choose the dancin' gear completely by themselves
They get it paid for on the National Health
The shoes go with the man who fits the job, who wears the tan
???

Everything you wanted to know
Goes on in the theatre
But it's more than a show, oh

I'm not mocking, boy, I think it's shocking
The hours you work
The non-involvement with patients
I'd rather sit thumbing through the glossies
See??? Ratner on a banking plane
(She's off the radio)

Dancin' doctors and the Saturday girls tonight
Let dancin' doctors spend Saturday night with the same girls