Doctor, Lawyer, Indian Chief

There's a doctor living in your town.
There's a lawyer and an Indian too.
But neither doctor, lawyer, nor Injun chief could love you any more than I do.
There's a barrel of fish in the ocean.
There's a lot of little birds in the blue.
But neither fish nor foul says the wise old owl
Could love you any more than I do.

No, no, no it couldn't be true
That anyone else could love you like I do.
I'm gonna warn all the dead-eye dicks
That you're the chick with the slickest tricks.
And every tick of my ticker ticks for you,
Follow through.

Tell the doc to stick to his practice.
Tell the lawyer to settle his case.
Send the Injun chief and his Tommy- hawk back to little Rain-in-the-Face.
Oh you know know know it couldn't be true
That anyone else could love you like I do.

No, no, no, it couldn't be true
That anyone else could love you like I do.
And confidentially I confess.
I sent a note to the local press
That I'll be changing my home address
For you, follow through.

Tell the doc to stick to his practice.
Tell the lawyer to settle his case.
Send the Injun chief and his Tommy- hawk back to little Rain-in-the-Face.
Cause you know know know it couldn't be true
That anyone else could love you like I do.
No, no, no it couldn't be true
That anyone else could love you like I do.
I'm going to send a hot communique
To the boys down in Cripple Creek
That every dimple on your dimpled cheek
Is mine, so to speak.

Tell the doc to stick to his practice.
Tell the lawyer to settle his case.
Send the Injun chief and his Tommy-hawk back to little Rain-in-the-Face.

Cause you know know know it couldn't be true
That anyone else could love you like I do.
Like I do.
Like I do.
Like I do.
Like I do!