I'm sorry Doctor, but there's not much you can do
This you cannot run from
Certainly to that box of blue
So I have to run to my mum
Instead of you
I hope you had heard his story
The one that is over thousands of years
I hope you heard all about his glory
and how his mind worked with all those gears
I hope you heard of how he stole a box and ran away
Not daring to look back and say goodbye
Not with a reason of why
But he's called the Doctor for he's just the guy
I hope you have heard of planets he has saved
and all the lives he'd destroyed saved
and of all the hope he had gave
Not once he thought about his grave
All of his enemies feared him
They even feared his name
He never gave in
For it's his game
Do you know of his story?
Of how he was cunning?
Of all of his glory?
And all of the running?
Oh he's called-
From the planet Gallifrey
The last of his kind
Just The Doctor.