Lyrics
[intro]
(Funky bassline with smooth horn riffs)
In the waiting room, the vibe's so tense,
Gotta come up with an alibi, it don't make sense.
Gonna tell a tale, make it sound alright,
Spin it good, keep my story tight.
[verse]
Walked in smooth, but my heart was shy,
Groovin' to the beat but wanted to fly.
The nurse called my name, I took a breath,
Ready to weave my web of jest.
[pre-chorus]
Oh, doc, it was a crazy night,
I swear it wasn't what it looks like.
[chorus]
Doc, I tripped and I fell,
A little mishap, can't you tell?
Landed wrong, in a funny way,
It's just an accident, that's all I'll say.
Doc, I stumbled, hit the ground,
A silly slip, spinning 'round.
Please believe my little spin,
Just an accident, let’s begin.
[verse 2]
Doc looked at me with a knowing grin,
I started my tale, let the lies begin.
"It was dark, I couldn't see,
Just a silly fall, trust me."
[pre-chorus]
Oh, doc, it was a crazy night,
I swear it wasn't what it looks like.
[chorus]
Doc, I tripped and I fell,
A little mishap, can't you tell?
Landed wrong, in a funny way,
It's just an accident, that's all I'll say.
Doc, I stumbled, hit the ground,
A silly slip, spinning 'round.
Please believe my little spin,
Just an accident, let’s begin.
[bridge]
But deep inside, I felt the shame,
For playing such a foolish game.
If only truth could find its way,
Maybe I'd have less to say.
[pre-chorus]
Oh, doc, it was a crazy night,
I swear it wasn't what it looks like.
[chorus]
Doc, I tripped and I fell,
A little mishap, can't you tell?
Landed wrong, in a funny way,
It's just an accident, that's all I'll say.
Doc, I stumbled, hit the ground,
A silly slip, spinning 'round.
Please believe my little spin,
Just an accident, let’s begin.
[outro]
(Funky instrumental with soulful ad-libs and horns)
So here I am, with my tall tale,
A fib so big, it could derail.
But for now, I'll keep my secret tight,
And hope the doc believes my plight.
[fade-out]
(Funky groove fades, soulful ad-libs continue)
Oh, the waiting room's a place of dread,
My heart is pounding, filled with dread.
With a tale so wild, I must confess,
But I'll spin a yarn to hide the mess.
