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One day, a friend and I killed a couple dozen chickens. We were going to use axes at the chopping block, but the number of chickens made it unwieldy, so we wrung their necks (I've choked a lot of chickens in my day ). Anyway, after all that killing, I felt like Joe Stalin. So, to purge myself, I wrote this song.
Dr. Doom (c)1987 words and music by Mike Dunbar
Watch out all you chickens I am Dr. Doom My hatchet is your guillotine My fryin' pan's your tomb Who's that slowly creepin' into your room? It's Dr. Doom
Look out all you catfish Here comes Mr. Death Once I get you on my hook You'll breathe your last fish breath Who's that slowly creepin' into your room? It's Dr. Doom
Careful all you ladies They call me Mr. Bad Chances are you'll say that I'm The best you ever had Who's that slowly creepin' into your room? Dr. Doom
You've got to know your limitations. I don't know what your limitations are. I found out what mine were when I was twelve. I found out that there weren't too many limitations, if I did it my way. -Johnny Cash
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). Anyway, after all that killing, I felt like Joe Stalin. So, to purge myself, I wrote this song.
