I feel so un-sure,
as I cut you up I wonder what's that nerve for,
What does this bit do?
I get so confused,
I'm very sorry Mr. Smith,
I've got some dreadful news.
You're never gonna walk again,
I Just cut your spinal column.
Now you need a ventilator,
just so you can breathe.
I fucked up your operation,
but try not to be too solemn.
Now you do a great impression
of Christopher Reed.
Time can never mend,
a careless surgeons fuck ups,
my friend.
Not much we can do
It's hardly that surprising though
Because I trained at Bart's.
And you're never gonna speak again,
have to just make do with thinking.
I'd be stupid to pretend
we'll ever hear you talking.
Trapped inside your wheelchair,
communicating just by blinking.
Like that famous cripple,
but hope that they don't sue,
I better grab a telephone and call the MDU.
Everyday's the same,
coz I try to cure but i just kill,
and mame.
All these body parts,
Kidneys look like hearts.
Proffesor Steven Hawking.
