{This next tune was written by Tracy, age nine
Who was punished by his daddy for snapping mummy's spine
And burning his baby sister
Alive - 'e didn't care
It's called 'Daddy Wouldn't Buy Me A Wheelchair'
And it goes something like this}

Daddy wouldn't buy me a wheelchair, wouldn't buy me a chair
Because I don't need one 'cos I'm gonna die anyway
I’ve got an iron lung which keeps me barely alive
I'm on the TV now, (?), have an eye-to-eye

Daddy wouldn't buy me a wheelchair, wouldn't buy me a chair
He said I don't need one 'cos I'm gonna die anyway
I’ve got an iron lung which keeps me barely alive
I'm on the TV now, (?), havе an eye-to-eyе

So, you’re the doctor, what do you say?
What is hypochondria anyway-ay-ay-ay-ay?

So, you’re the doctor, what do you say?
What is hypochondria anyway-ay-ay-ay-ay?

Anything you would like to do?
Anything you would like to do?
Anything you would like to do?
You know, you ain't got a leg to stand on
Daddy wouldn't buy me a wheelchair, wouldn't buy me a chair
He said I don't need one 'cos I'm gonna die anyway
I’ve got an iron lung which keeps me barely alive
On the TV now, (?), have an eye-to-eye

So, you’re the doctor, what do you say?
What is hypochondria anyway-ay-ay-ay-ay?