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Home >> Delbert McClinton >> Do It
Album: Genuine Houserockin

Do It

Verse 1
Well I was feeling like hell and I was not getting well, so I went in for a physical check, and when I got to the doc, it was a hell of a shock,
He said boy you're a physical wreck.
He said your livers all swollen and your stomachs got a hole in it from drinking too much for too long, and that's a good indication you got bad circulation cause your blood pressures almost gone.
And you got no reflexes in your solar plexus when I tap you on the top of your knee, and your pulse ain't steady and your lungs are ready to collapse anytime you breath.

And at the rate you're going all the symptoms showing, boy you’ll never live to get old. So I came up with a plan to make you healthy again, but boy you’ve got to do what you're told.

CHORUS
If you dig it, don't do it, and if you like it better leave it alone, and if it's too much fun that ought to clue you son that you're probably doing something that's wrong.
And if it feels good to you, don't let it fool you cause you're playing in the danger zone. I kept waiting and waiting for the doctor to finish but he kept going on and on.

Verse 2
He told me cut out the booze and put those muscles in use and don't be smoking no cigarettes, and you know love with a stranger might be fun but it's just like Russian Roulette. Get the grease out your diet boil it don't fry it and don't you eat no more barbecue. You better get you a pen I ain't gonna tell you again cause there's a whole lot more you gotta' do.

Chorus

Vrese 3
He told me cut out the meat(sweets?), and don't be crampin your feet and then he pointed toward Italian shoes. And he said boy lookit here you're gonna' damage your ear, listening to loud rock and rhythm and blues. and if a rabbit won't eat it brother you don't need it, that's the rules of your new menu. I wouldn't tell you no lie cause you will certainly die and there's a whole lot more you gotta' do.

Chorus to end

You better stand up straight, you better lose some weight
Your postures a terrible disgrace
You ought to suck in your gut; you need to pull in your butt
And there's whole lot more you gotta' do.


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