Dm
Listen doctor I have pain 
Am
That grows inside myself 
Dm
Shelf me please I just can't ease the pain 
Am
I need some drugs to help 
Dm
Ah pollution fills my lungs 
Am
And convolution fills my mind 
Dm
Ah my legs do ache I contemplate 
Am
That living's less than fine 
Dm
My spine does tingle 
Am
When I think of being Freed from this curse 
Dm
But what is worse I feel 
Am
Life is a bubble Blown until it's burst 
Dm
Oh doctor I am desperate 
Am
To get rid of this feeling 
Dm
Oh doctor I am desperate 
Am
For some good soul healing 
Dm
The doctor turned and gave a grin 
Am
And reached into his bag 
Dm
But instead of an injection 
Am
Got a record with a tag 
Dm
That said listen to this daily 
Am
With hip shaking and such things 
Dm
Then he puts the record on 
Am
Grabs a mic and starts to sing 

You need some 

A   D      E
One four five 

To make you high to make you high 

To make you high to make you high 
 
When heaven falling from the sky 

To make you high to make you high 

(Dm, Am)
Doctor I am feeling better 
What was that you sang 
Did you write it or recite it 
Or just steal it from a band 
Ah my bones are feeling stronger 
And my spirit's feeling fresh 
Ah that dose of 145 has put the life 
Back in my breath 
'yes yes yes' the doctor said 
Then he sat me down and say 
'young man don't think I wrote 
These chords they're written in 
Your brain' 
And when you hear them 
There's a shakedown that begins within 
The mind 
Cos these three chords make people 
Feeling better all the time ah 
They keep repeating 
Like a scratch on a cd 
But it's quality cos these three harmonies 
Breed positivity 
Protecting against insanity 
Of modern insecurities 
Believe me when I tell you 
All you need is to be hearing all that 

A   D     E
One four five 
To make you high to make you high 
To make you high to make you high 
When they said what and you said why 
To make you high to make you high 

(Dm, Am)
The doctor turned and gave a grin 
And reached into his bag 
But instead of an injection 
Got a record with a tag 
That said listen to this daily 
With hip shaking and such things 
Then he puts the record on 
Grabs a mic and starts to sing 
You need some 

A     D    E
One four five 
To make you high to make you high 
When you could not count to pi 
When you're told you can't fly 
To make you high to make you high 

Times like these you need some 
One four five .... hhhuuummnn