The Fysioterrorist's Song
A Fizzy old Terrapin's Song
A Physiotherapist's Song
We.ll pull your left leg out
and shake it all about
In the Horrodotherapy Unit
We'll tyerrorise your toes
and yank upon your nose
In the physiomisery unit!
We'll bend you right back
Till your ribs go crack!
In the Hideoustherapy Unit
Oooooooooooooooooooooh!
Thats how we'll sort you out