Dr. Bernice Lyrics - Cracker

Okay one, two, three, two, two 

Baby don't you drive around with Dr. Bernice 

She's not a lady doctor at all 

She's got hands like a man with hair on the back 

She'll crush you in her embrace 

Though the wind may whisper and moan sometimes 

We all need a kind place to live 

Though the wind may whisper and howl at your a door 

We all need the comfort of friends 

Baby don't you drive around with Dr. Bernice 

That ain't a real Cadillac 

It's a Delta eighty-eight spray painted black 

With fake leather seats from Juarez 

Though the wind may whisper and moan sometimes 

On a hot desert night it is still 

Though the world may whisper and howl at your door 

You're not obliged to let them all in, okay Johnny 

Baby don't you ride in that faux Cadillac 

If you must please ride in the back 

If you sing while you ride you'll be a siren tonight 

Spare this poor sailor's life from the rocks 

Though the wind may whisper a melody now 

We can't find a tune of our own 

Though the world may whisper and blow in your face 

And tangle the hair on your head 

On a hot desert night we can drive down the road 

And the stars will spell out your name 

On a hot desert night with the windows down wide 

The sirens will sing me their song 

And the ghosts of the sailors who died on the rocks 

Feel not a twinch of regret 

Though the wind may tangle the hair on your head 

You sing like a siren to me 

On a hot desert night, the caravan stops 

At the oasis next to your heart 

The soundtrack is played by some aged British queen 

On B.B.C Radio One 

Though the wind may whisper and epic sometimes 

The cast must include Karen Black 

Though the symphony strings shift with the sands 

You sing like a siren to me 

You sing like a siren to me 

You sing like a siren to me