They say that when you hold your breath
You turn a little blue
And if you hold it for too long
That's the end of you

But sometimes you just can't help it
It's out of your control
For all your careful chewing
The Reaper's on a roll

Help me, Dr. Heimlich
Help me, Dr. Heimlich

Your the best friend a windpipe has ever found
The Kool-Aid man's got nothing on you
You're a true-blue dude with an attitude
But it's a good one

And everytime I think of you
I sing this song
And then I start to choke up
But not for very long

Thank you, Dr. Heimlich
Thank you, Dr. Heimlich
Thank you, Dr. Heimlich
Thank you, Dr. Heimlich

And we'll all breathe a little easier
Now that you're here....