Doctor gave me a script,
Written in crypt.
Something extra special
For my druggist and me.

From behind the counter,
Sweet tiny counsellor,
Warm Island Breeze,
Wafting Over Me.

She gave me that pill.
Not uppers,
Not downers,
Stage-fright won't flee.
Take as directed,
To feel better, you see.

Woosh! Warm Island Breeze Wafting Over Me.

"I like it like that!"
I said, popping that pill,
With water on an empty stomach,
Never felt such a thrill.

No soda fountain,
Could climb a mountain.
Walter Mathau feels groovy,
With Mrs. Robinson in my movie.

Warm Island Breeze Wafting Over Me.

"I like it like that!"
"I like it like that!"
Warm Island Breeze Wafting Over Me.

I like it like that,
As I left my Pharmacy.
Warm Island Breeze... Wafting Over Me.

(Written February 23, 2007. Posted November 6, 2007)