Talk about the heartache,
Talk about the pain
Ti Jean said the only real thing,

Was to live and love in vain

Talk about the silence, and the

Pre-dawn firing squad
Lost cigarette, never will forget
That look on the face of God


Doctor doctor, you know I feel so bad
Doctor doctor, she was the best

Thing I never had

Talk about the sunshine,

Feels like cold rain
Ti Jean said this long dark road
Was your only true friend


Talk abou the perfume, and the
Note she left behind

Written in the light of a Paris night,
It drove you stone blind


Doctor doctor, you know I feel so bad
Doctor doctor, she was the best
Thing I never had

Doctor doctor, come on with the cure
Doctor doctor, I'm living right,
And the pain is so pure


Talk about the doctor,
Drinking in a two-bit room

Ti Jean said his old faded nurse
Would surely be his doom
"But doom don't mean a thing to me,

It's all a lot of talk
Just give me a fight, a foot of
Lead pipe, and a ticket to

New York"