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It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezes are cool.
Aw, you’re all Mr. Grumpy Face today. It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezes are cool. No, I’ll fix it. I’m good at fixing rot. Call me the Rotmeister. No, I’m the Doctor. Don’t call me the Rotmeister. No, I’ll fix it. I’m good at fixing rot. Call me the Rotmeister. No, I’m the Doctor. Don’t call me the Rotmeister.
It’s art! A statement on modern society, ‘Oh Ain’t Modern Society Awful? ‘! All I’ve got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong? Heh-haa! Super squeaky bum time! I’m nobody’s taxi service; I’m not gonna be there to catch you every time you feel like jumping out of a spaceship.
*Insistently* Bow ties are cool! Come on Amy, I’m a normal bloke, tell me what normal blokes do!
All I’ve got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong? Heh-haa! Super squeaky bum time! *Insistently* Bow ties are cool! Come on Amy, I’m a normal bloke, tell me what normal blokes do!
- Annihilate? No. No violence. I won’t stand for it. Not now, not ever, do you understand me?! I’m the Doctor, the Oncoming Storm – and you basically meant beat them in a football match, didn’t you?
- I’m the Doctor. Well, they call me the Doctor. I don’t know why. I call me the Doctor too. I still don’t know why.
- You hit me with a cricket bat.
It’s art! A statement on modern society, ‘Oh Ain’t Modern Society Awful?’!
Saving the world with meals on wheels. Annihilate? No. No violence. I won’t stand for it. Not now, not ever, do you understand me?! I’m the Doctor, the Oncoming Storm – and you basically meant beat them in a football match, didn’t you?
- You hit me with a cricket bat.
- You hit me with a cricket bat.
- *Insistently* Bow ties are cool! Come on Amy, I’m a normal bloke, tell me what normal blokes do!
*Insistently* Bow ties are cool! Come on Amy, I’m a normal bloke, tell me what normal blokes do! You know how I sometimes have really brilliant ideas? The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things.…hey.…the good things don’t always soften the bad things; but vice-versa the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.
I’m the Doctor. Well, they call me the Doctor. I don’t know why. I call me the Doctor too. I still don’t know why. No, I’ll fix it. I’m good at fixing rot. Call me the Rotmeister. No, I’m the Doctor. Don’t call me the Rotmeister.
Did I mention we have comfy chairs? Saving the world with meals on wheels. You know how I sometimes have really brilliant ideas? All I’ve got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong?
It’s art! A statement on modern society, ‘Oh Ain’t Modern Society Awful?’! You’ve swallowed a planet! I’m nobody’s taxi service; I’m not gonna be there to catch you every time you feel like jumping out of a spaceship.
I’m the Doctor. Well, they call me the Doctor. I don’t know why. I call me the Doctor too. I still don’t know why. You’ve swallowed a planet! The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things.…hey.…the good things don’t always soften the bad things; but vice-versa the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.
You hate me; you want to kill me! Well, go on! Kill me! KILL ME! Stop talking, brain thinking. Hush. It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezes are cool. I’m the Doctor. Well, they call me the Doctor. I don’t know why. I call me the Doctor too. I still don’t know why.
No… It’s a thing; it’s like a plan, but with more greatness. I’m the Doctor, I’m worse than everyone’s aunt. *catches himself* And that is not how I’m introducing myself. You know when grown-ups tell you ‘everything’s going to be fine’ and you think they’re probably lying to make you feel better?
Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or as I’ve always known him: Jeff. Sorry, checking all the water in this area; there’s an escaped fish. You’ve swallowed a planet! No, I’ll fix it. I’m good at fixing rot. Call me the Rotmeister. No, I’m the Doctor. Don’t call me the Rotmeister.
You know when grown-ups tell you ‘everything’s going to be fine’ and you think they’re probably lying to make you feel better? All I’ve got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong?
Saving the world with meals on wheels. They’re not aliens, they’re Earth…liens! Did I mention we have comfy chairs? *Insistently* Bow ties are cool! Come on Amy, I’m a normal bloke, tell me what normal blokes do!
You hate me; you want to kill me! Well, go on! Kill me! KILL ME! Stop talking, brain thinking. Hush. You hit me with a cricket bat. All I’ve got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong?