Well the man in the chemist spoke
Like he'd had a few
He'd been sent by the police
'Cos there was nothing they could do
He'd been diagnosed
With some disease or other
But someone had stolen his prescription
For his aches and pains
Oh and it as was a Sunday
And he couldn't face going to the doctor's again
Anyway he knew his medicine
TEMAZEPAM was its name
For his aches
For his aches
For his aches and pains
Well the chemist
Couldn't give the thing that he was after
And he couldn't give out CODEINE either
Not without that little piece of paper
That was signed by a doctor...
So the customer began to get stroppy
And made as if to go
But could he have some KAOLIN & MORPHINE
For his trouble down below
For his troubles
And his aches
For his aches
For his aches and pains
Oh what's the world coming to?
What's a poor man meant to do?
Someone stole his prescription
And on a Sunday too!
Oh I'm sorry said the pharmacist
He held up a mallet - but I do have this.
Oh go on then, the old boy said
Just a nice, neat, quick hard bang on the head
For my aches
For my aches
For my aches and pains