Hand It Back to Me, Doctor

Case number six. He's asked for the same blade three times.

I'm standing by the Mayo stand
My whole life laid out on blue
He reaches out without a word
I already know it's not what he'll use

I hand him the forceps, smooth and clean
He looks at them like a broken heart
He hands them back, he asks for the other kind
They're identical. I play my part

Hand it back to me, doctor
I'll give it to you again
It's the same one, just a little later
That's how all my days begin
Hand it back to me, doctor
I'll pretend that it's brand new
There's a patient under the drape, darling
And he can hear you too

"Is the patient ready?" Not exactly
She's in pre-op eating a granola bar
Someone forgot to tell her NPO
And now we're waiting, here we are

He wants the room a little colder
Then the light a little warmer, please
He wants the lounge music softer
That's me. I'm the lounge music, and I take requests

Hand it back to me, doctor
I'll give it to you again
It's the same one, just a little later
That's how all my days begin
Hand it back to me, doctor
I'll pretend that it's brand new
There's a patient under the drape, darling
And he can hear you too

"Where's my viscoelastic?"
It's in your left hand, sir
"Where's my viscoelastic?"
Still the left hand, sir
I could tell him to look down
But I like my job, and I like my health insurance

Hand it back to me, doctor
I'll give it to you again
There's a patient under the drape, darling
And he can hear you too

Patient: "Is it over?" Surgeon: "It's been over for ten minutes."
I'm just still holding the forceps.