My Pills

I go to the doctor to explain my ills And what does he do he gives me pills Some are old and some are new Some are yellow some are blue Many years I have been through Around the block a time or two So now I take a pill or two Some are yellow some are blue I often wonder how they know just where the hell they have to go And what it is their meant to do Some are yellow some are blue Some are measured by the ounce Most have names I can't pronounce Some I have to split in two Some are yellow some are blue Some are square and some are round most are sour that's what I've found Some of them I have to chew Some are yellow some are blue But I really like the little pink pills The one's which make me feel mellow It's then that I don't give a damn If the pills are blue or their yellow