The Skin Doc Blues

I’m sort of overdue to see various medics at my favorite cancer center, and I don’t wanna go. I guess I’m just weary of the drill after ten-plus years at The Hotel Melanoma. Feeling perfectly fine with no symptoms to report, I’m not convinced that I really need a couple of expensive, drive-by clinical examinations to confirm my learned medical opinion that there’s nothing amiss in my innards or outards. So I just may blow it all off until after the holidays. But I probably won’t. Any checkup naggers out there? Anyone?

Until next time, I’ll sign off with The Hotel Melanoma rendition of Dean Martin’s “The Christmas Blues”…



The jingle bells are jingling
My skin is white as snow
The tan-freak crowds are mingling
But there's no sun that I know

I'm sure that you'll forgive me
If I don't enthuse
I guess I've got the skin doc blues

I've done my skin check hawking
There's not a mole I've missed
So what's the use of doc thing
When there's no sun on your list
You'll know the way I'm feeling
When you sun and you lose
I guess I've got the skin doc blues

When young body wants U
Young body needs U
Skin tan is a joy of joy
But friends when you're moley
You'll find that it's only
A thing for foolish girls and foolish boys

May all your days be merry
Your seasons full of cheer
But 'til it's January
I'll just go and disappear
Oh tanning may have brought you some scars for your hues
And tanning only brought me the blues
Those UV-ravaged sunscreen covered skin doc blues

Oh tanning may have brought you some scars for your hues
And tanning only brought me the blues
Those UV-ravaged sunscreen covered skin doc blues