He sneaks through the door of the surgery
He's got the drug cabinet key
He did something funny and he tied up his arm
It's just the flying doctor, no cause for alarm
He sprinkled out a powder and spread out a line
He sniffed it up his nostril and he's feeling so fine
Feeling so fine, it feels like he's flying
Feeling so fine, it feels like he's flying
His receptionist saw him, it certainly shocked her
She said "Look out, you'd better duck,
Here comes the Flying Doctor"

Out in the outback, there's been an outbreak
And the Flying Doctor's got nothing to take
He went to the cabinet and the cabinet was bare
His eyes dilated, you can see by his stare
Called up his base on the radio,
He said; "My supplies are running low,
They're running low, you can see where they go
They're running low, I see where they go"
Out in the outback with my Percival Proctor
Look out you'd better duck,
Here comes the Flying Doctor

He's got the cabinet key,
The cabinet key, the cabinet key...

"This is the Flying Doctor calling Wallarolla base
Wallorola base come in please...
I want to talk to you about my drugs situation...
My drug situation is rather tight...
About as tight as a kangaroo's khyber, I'd say"

Cabinet key, cabinet key?
"Wake up ! - One, two, three, four"
A Sheila in the bush by a Koolahbar tree
Needed an urgent appendectomy
The Flying Doctor like a true Australian,
Performed the operation with a sardine can
He made a rough incision and tried to chew it out
He had no anesthetic, so she started to shout
She started to shout, when he was chewing it out
She started to shout, he tried to chew it right out
He balled up his fist and scientifically socked her
Look out you'd better duck,
Here comes the Flying Doctor

Cabinet key, cabinet key, cabinet key...

Writer : BROCK CALVERT
Copyright : Lyrics © ANGLO-ROCK, INC.