Dear nurse, I am not that kind of man
Who is waiting for his own mystical end
As you can see I walk straits, I have no bend
I am not suffering from a heart attack
Don’t waste my time with quack, quack
Will you put me on the fast track?
I don’t need a complicated health check clearing
I am here to check up on my double sounded hearing
Which might needs a simple cleaning.
That suspicious nurse who did check my tension
And measured all my fingers, even my little extension
Without my handy-randy feeling and no sexy intention
I may be a bit old and a bit bald
But still I am a radioactively human
Who needs a bit of fun while time is on the run
If you don’t treat me as a first-class human
Instead of this posh tosh hospital,
I would prefer to sleep with my dreams in my van
After iron curtain questioning and checking
Who is your next of kin, and then waiting did begin
She said wait ten minutes, which already gone
Even I cannot chat with a friend on the phone
Now it is over one hour, I am still waiting
From fourteen stone down I started slimming
Shy people cannot show at once everything
But is my gut feeling; this affects my high-class rating.
The Waiting game it’s not making for me any fame
Yet wasting my precious time; no one takes the blame
Then the nurse said, the doctor just started eating
After that, most probably or less probably
With you he is going to have a formal meeting
Are you still writing poems and complaining
You know what I mean sneakily writing is a sin
Criticising us is a criminal thing
Nurses are queens, doctors are kings
Rules are rules, everything else is a sin
Nurses are flying angels without wings”
While care and love searching men cry
Still men are dreaming and wondering
How the angels fly with single or double lies.
If they are angels or devils, mans always tries.