Lyrics: Dr Spoya

Okay
Thanks for sticking around!
Now, the challenge was - there was Doctor Spoya
Doctor Spoya, there was a Torana
Yes, there was fish food
Yes
Epsom Salts
Yep

Gangster rap
Gangster rappin'
Gangster rap

Elvis kind of song... yeah, Elvis, we've said
Elvis, we've said, well, we did it in an Elvis style, rather than putting Elvis in.
What else was there? A Torana

I said Elvis, I'm sorry

No, no, no, no, no, Elvis is cool. Elvis is King!

I'm sorry

Elvis is King, in fact Elvis is the style in which we have chosen to do the entire song
So... well done
I just want to know, I haven't missed anything
Gangster rap... no, it's all there
Okay, let's go
Let's do it! Good luck everyone, good luck!

Okay!
Thanks for sticking around for an hour, guys. We realise it's, you know, after bedtime.
Yeah

One! Two! Three!

Oh lover
I've been missing you so long
Can't recover
So I have to sing this song
No other
I'm dying from this long-distance love
Lover

Don't wanna
Be without you any more
Was a gonna
When you walked right out my door
No funn-er
Wanna pack right up and go do a runner
In my Torana

Though we may poke out our pelvis
This bit isn't very Elvisy

But this bit is

Don't need no banker or no lawyer
Don't need no naval destroyer
Don't need to loiter in no foyer
I'm far away from you
And every day I bleed
So won't you tell me what I need
Doctor Spoya

I'm heartbroken
I just can't concentrate
I'm not jokin'
I've made some terrible mistakes since we've spoken
I fed my favourite fish with Epsom Salts
Now they're chokin'

Man, once I fed my fish with Epsom Salts, they're almost relaxed to death.
Man, my fish are so chilled out, they're like gangster rappers
They're like Cyprus Hill fish

I was on a roll
Just swimmin' round my bowl
Put me in a weird mood
Epsom Salts in my food
Now I breakdance and I spin
With my flappy-flappy fins, and the

No!
That was good! They liked that!
Yeah, all right. Thank you for coming round.
That is not how fish rap!
Give me a beat
How do fish rap?
I'll show ya
Gurgle, gurgle, blubb, blubb, gurgle, gurgle

Yeah, fine, thanks

Don't need no Janet or no Toya
Don't need no Bert or no Moira
You're my Helen of Troya
I'm far away from you
And every day I bleed
So won't you tell me what I need

Don't need no Huck Finn or Tom Sawyer
Don't need no Backstreet or no Boy-a
Don't need no H.G. or no Roy-a
I'm far away from you
And every day I bleed,
So won't you tell me what I need

Doctor
Doctor
Doctor

Doctor Spoya

Thanks so much
Yeah
Thank you