Sand All Yellow - Kevin Coyne

What's the matter baby

Why do you worry so

There's no reason to quarrel

No reason to go

If you feel sorry baby

Then I know why

Somebody's been messing with your mind

And made you cry

And made you cry

I'm the doctor

I can help you along

Give you some sustenance

I'll keep you strong

Come into my surgery

It's on the very top floor

You'll feel so quiet there

You'll want to go and see

And have some more

There's flowers in my garden baby

But it's alright now

I've saved all the flowers baby

I've kept them for you

They're in a big Chinese bowl baby

On the top of the stairs

They match nicely with the curtains

And they look well with the chairs

I've good intentions baby

I don't mean you no harm

I've given you my word my baby

I've given you my lucky charm

One forceps

One pair of knives

One pair of goggles baby

Two glass eyes

So when you see me baby

I don't want to see you cry

That would only hurt me baby

Only make me lie

My intentions are unsure now

I'm all qualified to lie

I have myself a bright white coat

I can help you to fly

Alright the next patient Miss Faversham

Is someone we know very well

We saw her out in the garden with the flowers

And she was crying

But she needs help

And I've told her to come to the top floor

Where I reside and sit amongst the magazines

The Novas and the Woman's Owns

Reside with me

Cause I'm the doctor

Yeah I'm the doctor

It's a sleepy lagoon

On a tropical island we will go to

No thoughts of cruelty no hurt or pain

And the coconuts bouncing by

The coconuts bouncing by

And the sand all yellow

And the sand all yellow

And the sand all yellow

And the sand all yellow

And the sand all yellow