Down to the Doctors

So, I went to the doctor and he said "Alright Dave, what's up?"
I looked at him and thought for a minute "Mate, I can't remember. I wrote it down on a bit of paper, but..."
"I know" says he "you can't remember where you put the piece of paper either eh"
"You're good" says I "but I bet you can't tell me the name of the song going round and round in my head"
"Ha" says he "Spanish Stroll by Mink DeVille" and with that he writes me out a prescription "These should help"
"Oh you're good" says I "You're really fuckin' good"