In the long history of rock and roll, I'll bet no one has ever done a song about his physical therapist. Now it's been done. Featuring my first brass arrangement. I do all instruments and vocals, and mixed it.
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Lyrics
I’m a workin man, workin night and day
Just to help my family make its way
Then one day I couldn’t do my job
I had to confess that there was a problem
The doctor said “Son you let your backbone slip”
I couldn’t play my guitar, I couldn’t get a grip
I was distraught, I didn’t know what to do
The doctor said, “Just slip on your shoes, and go see….”
Mari, she’s a physical therapist
She is the best the west of Budapest
Mari, she’s my physical therapist
She helped me on my feet, now it’s up to me to do the rest
I told her “I need to get back in action”
She said “Sit down I’ll put you into traction”
Before I could begin to opine
She hooked me up to something to stretch out my spine
She made me work, she made me sweat
She put me through the paces like I’ll never forget
Then when she picked me up off the floor
She dusted me off and pointed to the door
Mari, she’s a physical therapist
She is the best the west of Budapest
Mari, she’s my physical therapist
She helped me on my feet, now it’s up to me to do the rest