Lyric The Hospital Song

Nobody sends me birthday cards
Nobody brings me flowers
I m just here for operations
I ve been out for hours

When I come to I ll wet my bed
Cos when I get mad I sink so low
As matron knows
I get off on what you give me, darling
I get off on what you give to me
Yeh, I get off on what you give me, darling
I get off on what you give to me

And when I go to that seedy ward
Up in the sky
You ll be waiting
With a hypodermic needle
And a graph

Here comes the dark
(I m grateful for my anaesthetic)
Out goes the spark
(Delirious and apathetic)

When I come to
I ll wet my bed
And when I get well
I ll take revenge
I ll wreak my wrath
On all blood donors
And their sisters
Visiting time and flowers
When sister brings that bedpan round
I ll piss like April showers

I get off on what you give me, darling
I get off on what you give to me
Yeh, I get off on what you give me, darling
I get off on what you give to me

And when I go
I ll die of plaster casting love