HIS HEAD IS SWEATY, KNEES WEAK, ARMS ARE HEAVY; THERE'S VOMIT ON HIS BATH ROBE ALREADY, KID'S SPAGHETTI; HE'S NERVOUS, AND ON THE SURFACE HE LOOKS DEAD ALREADY; MIGHT DROP PANTS, BUT HE KEEPS ON FORGETTIN'; WHAT HE WROTE DOWN, THE NURSE JUST WALKS ON OUT; HE OPENS HIS MOUTH, DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S ABOUT; HE'S CHOKIN', HOW, THE DOCTORS POKIN' NOW; THE CLOCKS RUN OUT, TIMES UP, OVER, BLAOW!