Text: They Might Be Giants. Doctor Worm.

They call me Dr. Worm
Good morning, how are you? I'm Dr. Worm
I'm interested in things, I'm not a real doctor
But I am a real worm, I am an actual worm, I live like a worm

I like to play the drums, I think I'm getting good
But I can handle criticism, I'll show you what I know
And you can tell me if you think I'm getting better on the drums
I'll leave the front unlocked 'cause I can't hear the doorbell

When I get into it I can't tell if you are
Watching me twirling the stick
When I give the signal
My friend, Rabbi Vole, will pay the solo

Someday, somebody else besides me
Will call me by my stage name, they will call me Dr. Worm
Good morning, how are you? I'm Dr. Worm
I'm interested in things, I'm not a real doctor
But I am a real worm, I am an actual worm, I live like a worm

And I like to play the drums, I think I'm getting good
But I can handle criticism, I'll show you what I know
And you can tell me if you think I'm getting better on the drums
I'm not a real doctor but they call me Dr. Worm