(Composição: John David "Moon" Martin) Whooaaaaa The hot summer night fell like a net I've got to find my baby yet I need you to soothe my head Turn my blue heart to red Doctor, doctor, give me the news I've got a bad case of lovin' you No pill's gonna cure my ill I've got a bad case of lovin' you A pretty face don't make no pretty heart I learned that, buddy, from the start You think I'm cute, a little bit shy Momma, I ain't that kind of guy Doctor, doctor, give me the news I got a bad case of lovin' you No pill's gonna cure my ill I got a bad case of lovin' you Whooaaa I know you like it, you like it on top Tell me, momma, are you gonna stop? You had me down, 21 to zip Smile of Judas on your lip Shake my fist, knock on wood I've got it bad, and I've got it good Doctor, doctor, gimme the news I got a bad case of lovin' you No pill's gonna cure my ill I got a bad case of lovin' you
