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Dan Bull

Surgeon Simulator

 

Surgeon Simulator

(Album: Generation Gaming V - 2015)


Hi, I'm Nigel Burke
You might know me as the guy that lurks
In the hospital pulling back the final curtains
As saving lives is my line of work
I'm overworked, and I'm overpaid
Nobody else gets home as late
No time to poo, no time to wee
To go on a date, no time to sleep, see
But regardless, of what they're paying me
I'm the hardest, in the A & E
A couple of whiskies, a couple of baileys
I'm ready for my shift; give me the blade, please
This is an emergency surgery, third degree burns
Leave the patient waiting in purgatory, operating with urgency
We can't take an eternity, blood loss rate is discernibly
Worse than the state of my purse on my Lace Anniversary
Unlucky
That's why I stay here so late just to earn a fee
That's why the patient is late, toe-tagged and lay on a slate
In this infirmary
Yeah, I may have made a mistake
There may be stains on my apron
But baby, hey, I'm just saying
That when the table is shaking
In the back of an ambulance
It's a little difficult to keep on track what your hands are doing
Oh golly, when you're on a trolley
Trying to find the right tool's like Where's Wally
If I was you I'd be crying for my mommy
I'd give you a tissue, but I've not got one on me
Sorry, I'm a little unprepared
But luckily you're not in a position to be running scared
Caught you unawares, anaesthetised
Now you're asleep, give me your teeth and eyes
What are you worried about? Who's scary?
I'm just the new tooth fairy
I'm coming for your calcium
Like a loon let loose in the dairy
When I said I'm not a dentist what I meant is
Of all my skills, it's just a percentage
My qualifications might be invented
But I won't get better without trying to attempt it
Dentally demented, I tend to need apprentices
Because it's them that seem to comprehend more than me
I generally pretend it, and so far I've never been suspended
In theatre, I'm territorial
Less surgical, more gladiatorial
If this gets any more gory
I'll put it on YouTube as a tutorial
I've been awake on call for days
My eyes are red as when I went to Ultralase
Not a qualified eye surgeon
But I can't help but help when you're eye's hurting
See, I'm a nice person, Chris Martin
I'll try to fix you; quick, stick a heart in!
Enough blarting, we've hit an artery
Made a chest cavity big enough to park in
Demographically setting a precedent
Increasing the speed that you'll get an inheritance
I never get done for medical negligence
Not because I'm good, but 'cause I bury the evidence
Demographically setting a precedent
Increasing the speed that you'll get an inheritance
I never get done for medical negligence
Not because I'm good, but 'cause I bury the evidence

Chop chop!
You're life in my hands

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