| Hi, I’m Nigel Burt | 
| You might know me as the guy that lurked | 
| In the hospital pulling back the final curtains | 
| Savin' 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 payin' me | 
| I’m the hardest in the A.N.E | 
| A couple o' whiskeys | 
| A couple o' Baileys | 
| I’m ready for my shift | 
| Gimme 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 discernably worse | 
| Than the state of my purse | 
| on my late anniversary | 
| Unlucky | 
| That’s why I stay here so late | 
| Just to earn a fee | 
| That’s why the patient is lay | 
| His tag is lay on display (?) | 
| To this infirmary | 
| Yeah, I may have made a mistake | 
| There may be stains on my apron | 
| But baby hey, I’m just sayin' that when the table is shakin' | 
| In the back of an ambulance | 
| It’s a little difficult to keep on track what your hands | 
| are doin' | 
| Oh Golly | 
| When you’re on a trolly | 
| Tryin' to find the right tools like where’s Wally | 
| If I was you I’d be crying for my mummy | 
| I’d give you a tissue but I’ve got not one on me | 
| Sorry | 
| I’m a little unprepared | 
| But luckily you’re not in a position to be runnin' scared | 
| Caught you unawares | 
| Unsheath the ties (?) | 
| Now you asleep give me a pizza knife | 
| What are you worried about | 
| Too scary? | 
| I’m just the new tooth fairy | 
| I’m coming for your calcium | 
| Like a loon let loose in a 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 attend to you | 
| Dentally demented | 
| I tend to need apprentices | 
| Because a tendancy | 
| To comprehend | 
| More than me I generally pretend it | 
| And so far I’ve never been suspended | 
| Kid 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 redder than when I went to UltraLaze' | 
| Not a qualified eye surgeon | 
| but I can’t help but help when your eye’s hurtin' | 
| See I’m a nice person | 
| Chris Martin | 
| I’ll try to fix you | 
| Quick stick a heart in | 
| And I start to weave | 
| Hit an artery | 
| Make a chest cavity | 
| Big enough to park in | 
| Demographically set in the present (?) | 
| Increasing the speed | 
| That you’ll get an inheritance | 
| I never get dumped for medical negligence | 
| Not because I’m good | 
| But 'cuz I bury the evidence | 
| Demographically set in the present (?) | 
| Increasing the speed | 
| That you’ll get an inheritance | 
| I never get dumped for medical negligence | 
| Not because I’m good | 
| But 'cuz I bury the evidence | 
| Chop chop | 
| (Ha ha) | 
| Your life | 
| In my hands |