I’m your doctor (backstage private rehearsal)

Headache strike you baybeh
You begin to feel so feel so gloan
Ain't nothin' you need..
But a double dose of love
Woman, I'm your doctor
And oh yes, I know just what ya need. (Jim: Let me see your credentials.)
I.. got my doctor's certificate. (Jim: PHD or MD or RX?)
I got it right here.. in my pants. (Jim: Whooaaa. Show it to me.)
Listen here, baybeh
You're not feelin' so good
I know what ya need
Double-dose a' love
Woman, I'm your doctor. (Jim: Prove it!)
And I know.. what you need. (Jim: Waa-wow!)
You need a hot-beef injection
And whoa yes, it have to come from me. (Jim: Is that like gettn' a hot dick?)
You wake up in da mornin'..
Girl you're not feelin' so good
You need a man ta love you
Just like you knew you would
Listen, baybeh
Well, I'm your doctor
And I know.. what ya need
You need a Polish sausage
Whoa yeah, baybeh, have to come from me
Jim: I could go along with everything except the Polish sausage. What does that got to do with it, man?
Ray: Well, just that little sausage
A polish ???
Ray: Magnificent ivory
John: That's right that was toxic, man