A.M.A. Song
G D G
We are the nation's physicians
D G
Yes, we give to our lobbies every day
D B C7
We will fight against disease when the money comes with ease
G D G
And when we get together we say
C G
Hooray for A.M.A.
C G D
And for us doctors gluts of higher pay
G D B C7
If you can't afford my bill don't you tell me that you're ill
G D G
'Cause that's the free enterprise way
We've divided up the sections of the body
Every day we specialize more and more
But we really love to stitch the diseases of the rich
We are sure there is a clinic for the poor
Hooray for the A.M.A
And for us doctors gluts of higher pay
If you can't afford my bill don't you tell me that you're ill
'Cause that's the free enterprise way
And our waiting rooms are getting pretty crowded
It is sad to see our patients sit and bleed
But if you must use our ointment then you must have an appointment
Or who'll pay for those magazines you read
Hooray for the A.M.A
And for us doctors gluts of higher pay, higher pay
If you can't afford my bill don't you tell me that you're ill
'Cause that's the free enterprise way
And now the government is getting too ambitious
Yes, we know they want to socialize us all
Well our oath was hippocratic but with money we're fanatic
So we'll see you in Canada in the fall [1]
Hooray for the A.M.A.
And for us doctors gluts of higher pay
If you can't afford my bill don't you tell me that you're ill
'Cause that's the free enterprise way
AMALGAMATED A.M.A.
We recommend: Stations
and if life's worth it's living at all
sometimes I smile at the ones who think they've got life down
and they say that I'm living it wrong
as the days pass by
I watch as the net closes in
as they circle around in my head
turning and winding
in circles, in circles they spin
never ending beginning the end
look now sweet child
deep into my room
the door is open and the air is warm
close your eyes
feel the sweet, sweet symphony of sighs
sometimes it would feels so right
if the angels called me to the sky