Now Doctor Lucy's getting bread instead of pins
And all her patients are beginning to grow fins

Grow me

And in her hospital the beds are narrow jails
It's just like asking Jesus, "could you spare some nails?"

Know me
Know me

Three miles down it's getting dark
Three miles down below the ark

And in her annex where the answer lies in braille
It's Doctor Lucy but her mannequins are pale

Love me
Love me

Three miles down it's getting dark
Three miles down below the ark

Now Doctor Lucy lets the drops inside her crown
Condense behind her glass but she's not coming down

Lucy
Lucy
Lucy
Lucy