The young Gods drank much Vodka and were sick, sick, sick,
So They called for the Doctor to come, quick, quick, quick,
The Doctor came with his bag and his hat
And he knocked on the door with a rat-a-tat-tat

He looketh at the Gods and he shook his head
And he said "Holy Mother, put them straight to bed"
Thou shouldst be ashamed Holy Mother, exert thy will, will, will,
Much better behavior shouldst thou instill, instill, instill"

Holy Mother sayeth, "Shove-eth thy stethescope up thy bum, bum, bum"
"Thy boys art just playful and havething fun, fun, fun"
"Twert Rogers fault" crieth Brian the Wise, Wise, Wise.
"For He art verily naughty and telleth lies, lies, lies"

"Thou shalt all get a spanking and goeth to bed early, early, early"
"And if thou keep tellething tales thou hair willst turn curly, curly, curly"
Holy Mother yelled at the Goddettes until their ears doth hurt, hurt, hurt,
And she spanked them verily soundly and there wert no desert, desert, desert!