Letras:Ian Brown. Lovebug.

Someone call the doctor, there's a fever going round,
Write me a prescription for the cure that can't be found.

Doctor can't prescribe a medicine to pull you through,
It just don't exist 'cause it's the lovebug catching you,
This ailment don't need healing,
It won't leave you feeling blue,
It's a feeling so contageous,
It's the lovebug catching you,
It's the lovebug catching you.

Someone call the doctor, there's a fever going round,
Write me a prescription for the cure that can't be found,
This ailment don't need healing,
It won't leave you feeling blue,
It's a feeling so contageous,
It's the lovebug catching you.

It's the friend next to your shoulder,
Who will stab you in the back,
Pay no heat to enemies who come to you or me, attack,
No known antidote, or expert treatment to assist,
Here's a buck your system is unable to resist.

So contageous, it's the lovebug catching you