I was a happy doctor, I sold out to big C,

Now they tell me what to do, and when I can go pee.

They make me go to meetings, and listen to their (s) wit,

Makes me feel so cowardly, and like a little twit.

They tell me labs to order, they tell me how to treat,

They tell me things will get better, and then ask  me out  to eat.

I know I've made a big mistake, it will never be the same..

My sign out front says " Ole Big C' , and you can't read my name.

They show me graphs and pie charts,

about productivity,

And all the while , I got two patients

waitin' to see me.

I wish I had some back-bone,

I wish I had some spine,

If I could get all that,,,

this practice would be mine.