Yes, Doctor (Look Down)

Seven a.m. Here he comes.

He strolls into the O.R. like it gets ready by itself
Never mind we've been here since five, stocking every shelf

We start the little timeout, name and birthday, which eye
He starts telling me about his brand new Tesla... shh, not now, sit down

(Which side am I on?)

The right eye, Doctor, the right one
Come on back around, hon, we've only just begun

He sits down at the microscope, he fiddles and he frowns
"It's blurry, can you tweak it?" So I turn the knob around

One click, then half a click, then "No, the other way"
I turn it right back where it was, and he says...

(Perfect. Hip hooray.)

Yeah. Whatever.

(Forceps! Forceps, please!)

Doctor... look down.

(You mean... the ones in my hand?)

Yeah... those ones.

Yes, Doctor, yes, Doctor, it's already in your hand
Yes, Doctor, yes, Doctor, I'm the only one who understands

He's the best there is with a blade, the sweetest man alive
But without me in this O.R., Doctor wouldn't survive

(Is she on Flomax?)

You just asked me for a ring, Doctor, that's the reason why

(Are we using Viscoat?)

It's open on the tray, you just asked for it, oh my

He frowns at the keratome, "This isn't the right one, dear"
So I turn around and hand him back the very same one here

(Ah! Much better.)

I know, Doctor. I know.

"These gloves feel kind of funny," so I dig the wrapper from the trash
"Doctor, these are the ones you love," and he's happy in a flash

(The music stopped!)

It's between songs, Doctor, it'll come back on, you know

Yes, Doctor, yes, Doctor, it's already in your hand
Yes, Doctor, yes, Doctor, I'm the only one who understands

He's the best there is with a blade, the sweetest man alive
But without me in this O.R., Doctor wouldn't survive

His cell phone rings, "Can someone get that?" He doesn't look around
He peels his gloves, he drops the drape, and leaves it on the ground

He floats off with his notes unsigned, the computer's waiting too
I'll find him later with a pen, like I always, always do

Then he bursts into room two, "Why isn't this patient ready yet?"
She needed a block, her pressure's two hundred, but he hasn't heard it yet

(We're so behind!)

Yes, Doctor. Sign here. And here. And here.

Yes, Doctor, yes, Doctor, it's already in your hand
Yes, Doctor, yes, Doctor, I'm the only one who understands

I'll sweep up all your drapes, I'll chase you with a pen
And tomorrow at seven sharp... we'll do it all again

(Where's the exit?)

Other way, Doctor.