The Hospital Song - 10cc

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