Back On My Feet Again

Doctor, let me tell you something about myself I'm a college man and I'm very wealthy I've got no time to trifle with trash like you Cause I must be 'bout my business My brother's a machinist in a textile mill And he makes more money than you ever will He just got married to a Polish girl With a space between her teeth My sister's a dancer up in Baltimore At a small cafe on Main But she ran off with a Negro from the Eastern Shore Dr., she didn't even know his name CHORUS Get me back on my feet again Back on my feet again Open the door and set me free Get me back on my feet again He took her down to Mobile in a railroad train He said, "Driver, take me to the Hotel Paree." He went into the washroom Washed his face and hands Dr., when he come out he was white as you and me He said, "Girl, I'm not a Negro I'm a millionaire As you can plainly see So many women love my money But you have proved that you love only me. "I'm going to teach you to play polo and how to water ski And you won't have to dance no more And I no longer must pretend to be A Negro from the Eastern Shore." Doctor, doctor, what you say How 'bout letting me out today? Ain't no reason for me to stay Everybody's so far away CHORUS