Sand All Yellow

Come into my surgery
It's on the very top floor
You'll feel so quiet there
You'll feel so quiet there
You'll feel so quiet there

There are flowers in the garden
I've picked them all for you
There's a big Chinese bowl
On top of the stairs
They match nicely with the curtains
They look well with the chairs

I've got good intentions
I don't mean any harm
I've given you my word
I've given you
My lucky charm

What's the matter, why do you worry so
There's no reason to quarrel
No reason at all
If you feel sorry then I know why
Someone's been messing with your mind
And made you cry
But I'm your doctor, I can help you along
Give you some sustenance, keep you strong

I've got step and forcep tearing lives
Don't tear goggles, two glass eyes
So when you see me there
I don't wanna see you cry
'Cause that would only hurt
That would only make me lie

What's the matter now, why do you worry so
There's nothing you can do about it
There's no reason to worry
There's no reason at all
But if you feel sorry then I know why, if you feel

Listen here, nice of you to
Glad you called
But here's where my certainty goes when somebody messes with your heart
Come to me, now some

Come onto these yellow sands
And then take hands
Curtsy when you've left
Kissed the wild waves west
Foot and feetly here and there
And sweets brights the burden there

Hark, hark
Bow-wow the watchdogs bark
Bow-wow
Hark, hark I hear the strained, strutting Chanteclair cry
Cock-a-diddle-dal