I hate yogurt. It’s just stuff with bits in. I am the last of my species, and I know how that weighs on the heart so don’t lie to me! It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezes are cool. It’s art! A statement on modern society, ‘Oh Ain’t Modern Society Awful?’!
It’s art! A statement on modern society, ‘Oh Ain’t Modern Society Awful? ‘! It’s art! A statement on modern society, ‘Oh Ain’t Modern Society Awful? ‘! All I’ve got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong?
Stop talking, brain thinking. Hush.
No, I’ll fix it. I’m good at fixing rot. Call me the Rotmeister. No, I’m the Doctor. Don’t call me the Rotmeister. They’re not aliens, they’re Earth…liens! They’re not aliens, they’re Earth…liens!
- They’re not aliens, they’re Earth…liens!
- Aw, you’re all Mr. Grumpy Face today.
- I’m nobody’s taxi service; I’m not gonna be there to catch you every time you feel like jumping out of a spaceship.
I’m nobody’s taxi service
I’m not gonna be there to catch you every time you feel like jumping out of a spaceship.
The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things.…hey.…the good things don’t always soften the bad things; but vice-versa the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant. No, I’ll fix it. I’m good at fixing rot. Call me the Rotmeister. No, I’m the Doctor. Don’t call me the Rotmeister.
- I hate yogurt. It’s just stuff with bits in.
- Did I mention we have comfy chairs?
- You’ve swallowed a planet!
Saving the world with meals on wheels. Heh-haa! Super squeaky bum time! You hate me; you want to kill me! Well, go on! Kill me! KILL ME! Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or as I’ve always known him: Jeff.
Did I mention we have comfy chairs? I am the Doctor, and you are the Daleks! Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or as I’ve always known him: Jeff. No… It’s a thing; it’s like a plan, but with more greatness.
You know how I sometimes have really brilliant ideas? No, I’ll fix it. I’m good at fixing rot. Call me the Rotmeister. No, I’m the Doctor. Don’t call me the Rotmeister. It’s art! A statement on modern society, ‘Oh Ain’t Modern Society Awful?’!
I hate yogurt. It’s just stuff with bits in. Aw, you’re all Mr. Grumpy Face today. Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or as I’ve always known him: Jeff. All I’ve got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong?
No… It’s a thing; it’s like a plan, but with more greatness. I’m nobody’s taxi service; I’m not gonna be there to catch you every time you feel like jumping out of a spaceship. Aw, you’re all Mr. Grumpy Face today.
You know how I sometimes have really brilliant ideas? They’re not aliens, they’re Earth…liens! Heh-haa! Super squeaky bum time! I hate yogurt. It’s just stuff with bits in. No, I’ll fix it. I’m good at fixing rot. Call me the Rotmeister. No, I’m the Doctor. Don’t call me the Rotmeister.
Heh-haa! Super squeaky bum time! I hate yogurt. It’s just stuff with bits in. It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezes are cool. Annihilate? No. No violence. I won’t stand for it. Not now, not ever, do you understand me?! I’m the Doctor, the Oncoming Storm – and you basically meant beat them in a football match, didn’t you?
