The term “Doctor” is horribly over-used.

There are people in every field — Dr. Dre is a rapper, Dr. Laura is a physiologist who took a minor course in marriage counseling, Dr. Phil started out as an owner of workout gyms and picking juries for lawyers.

I lived in Oklahoma where every other person had a doctorate from some unaccredited bible college as a Doctor of Divinity (money-begging preacher).

So what about music?

Doc Pomus wasn’t a doctor — but he sure could write a great song (Save The Last Dance For Me; Viva Las Vegas)

“Doctor doctor give me the news, I got a bad case of lovin’ you!”

“I don’t need no doctor, ’cause I know what’s ailin’ me.”

… and I will leave you with the words of the wise old Witch Doctor —

Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang
Walla walla, bing bang

WADE