Still Obsessed (Fortnight Affliction Edition)

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[Intro]
Okay, Doctor...
I'll put on my reading glasses.
Lie down on the couch.
Time for a thorough
examination.
Hahaha...
Oh, this is going to be fun.

[Verse 1]
Look at this show-off,
Wannabe pretty boy,
The modern-day plague doctor,
Claims he's got The Cure;
What a charlatan.
When he pulls out the syringe,
I'll need a supervisor.
My God,
Good doctor.
Diagnosis?
Try harder!

Black coat,
Big mouth,
Walks like a madman,
Has a slight Southern drawl,
But the medicine looks weak.
You have no empathy,
You have no style,
You just waddle around the room,
With your butt hanging out.

Let's talk about "The Cure";
Man, please, what's in there?
The last guy took a dose,
And started seeing rats.
If healing were your business,
I'd call the cops.
Your pharmacy looks like
A haunted pawn shop.

And Sporky's at the door,
Lord, not again.
That's your girlfriend, Doctor?
Brother, this is the end of you.
She scares you, makes your knees tremble;
I don't even have to finish you off.
She does it with ease.

[Hook]
I called you a djentleman,
So I should be gentler, then.
You better get the hell out of here;
Sporky runs in, OOPS!
He's fucking his girlfriend!

The mask stays on,
It makes you scream,
Now you're walking weird;
What a shock.
You strut around
Like you're a rock star,
But under that beak,
You won't get far.

[Post-Chorus]
Hahahaha!
Stay on the table, Doctor.
Betsy isn't quite ready yet.
I'm putting on my gloves.
Now hold still...
This could burn.

[Verse 2]
PECK! PECK! PECK!
Do you hear that beak clicking?
PECK! PECK! PECK!
Boy, you think you're smart?
PECK! PECK! PECK!
You look really dramatic.
One more tug on that coat,
And I'm calling the ornithologists!

I think the mask is real;
Want a cookie?
You've been wearing that thing for so long,
Did your face just disappear afterward?

PECK PECK!
Mad Martigan would be proud!
Do you get the reference?
...You should be old enough by now.
HA!

You've got the beak,
You've got the cloak,
You've got the plague,
You've got the smoke,
But somehow every time
You open your mouth, you sound
Like an NPC from a fantasy series.

PECK!
You're not intimidating.
PECK!
Your whole demeanor is outdated.
PECK!
The bird looks old-fashioned.
PECK!
Your warranty's expired, Doc;
You should have upgraded that thing.

[Bridge]
Come here, Doctor,
Let me review your file.
Hmm...
"Severe case of
arrogance."

Pulse is fine.
Brain questionable.
Ego?
Oh, baby...
Terminally ill.

[Final Hook]
I called you a djentleman,
Then I should probably be gentler, then.
You better get the hell out;
Sporky comes running, OOPS!
Girlfriend gets tied up!

The mask stays on,
It makes you scream,
Now you're walking weird;
What a shock.
You came here,
To play the big boss,
But Betsy has the scalpel,
And I've already found the weak spot.

[Outro]
Good doctor?
More like...
My God, look at this bird.
PECK PECK PECK!
Hahahaha!
Get the hell off MY table now.
I'll be in the walls, waiting.
Ta-ta for now, Doctor.

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[Intro] Okay, Doctor... I'll put on my reading glasses. Lie down on the couch. Time for a thorough examination. Hahaha... Oh, this is going to be fun. [Verse 1] Look at this show-off, Wannabe pretty boy, The modern-day plague doctor, Claims he's got The Cure; What a charlatan. When he pulls out the syringe, I'll need a supervisor. My God, Good doctor. Diagnosis? Try harder! Black coat, Big mouth, Walks like a madman, Has a slight Southern drawl, But the medicine looks weak. You have no empathy, You have no style, You just waddle around the room, With your butt hanging out. Let's talk about "The Cure"; Man, please, what's in there? The last guy took a dose, And started seeing rats. If healing were your business, I'd call the cops. Your pharmacy looks like A haunted pawn shop. And Sporky's at the door, Lord, not again. That's your girlfriend, Doctor? Brother, this is the end of you. She scares you, makes your knees tremble; I don't even have to finish you off. She does it with ease. [Hook] I called you a djentleman, So I should be gentler, then. You better get the hell out of here; Sporky runs in, OOPS! He's fucking his girlfriend! The mask stays on, It makes you scream, Now you're walking weird; What a shock. You strut around Like you're a rock star, But under that beak, You won't get far. [Post-Chorus] Hahahaha! Stay on the table, Doctor. Betsy isn't quite ready yet. I'm putting on my gloves. Now hold still... This could burn. [Verse 2] PECK! PECK! PECK! Do you hear that beak clicking? PECK! PECK! PECK! Boy, you think you're smart? PECK! PECK! PECK! You look really dramatic. One more tug on that coat, And I'm calling the ornithologists! I think the mask is real; Want a cookie? You've been wearing that thing for so long, Did your face just disappear afterward? PECK PECK! Mad Martigan would be proud! Do you get the reference? ...You should be old enough by now. HA! You've got the beak, You've got the cloak, You've got the plague, You've got the smoke, But somehow every time You open your mouth, you sound Like an NPC from a fantasy series. PECK! You're not intimidating. PECK! Your whole demeanor is outdated. PECK! The bird looks old-fashioned. PECK! Your warranty's expired, Doc; You should have upgraded that thing. [Bridge] Come here, Doctor, Let me review your file. Hmm... "Severe case of arrogance." Pulse is fine. Brain questionable. Ego? Oh, baby... Terminally ill. [Final Hook] I called you a djentleman, Then I should probably be gentler, then. You better get the hell out; Sporky comes running, OOPS! Girlfriend gets tied up! The mask stays on, It makes you scream, Now you're walking weird; What a shock. You came here, To play the big boss, But Betsy has the scalpel, And I've already found the weak spot. [Outro] Good doctor? More like... My God, look at this bird. PECK PECK PECK! Hahahaha! Get the hell off MY table now. I'll be in the walls, waiting. Ta-ta for now, Doctor.

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