Some days it almost seems as if I could operate on myself Nurse! The screens! I could scrape barnacles from connective tissue Open up, clear off the muck In a trice I could slice myself back to health Reach in to shave blisters off aching muscles Breathe life into anaemic corpuscles Smooth out crevices, no waiting lists, no fuss
(Ahhh..) Releasing ail the tension on which cluster headaches play Soothe creaking joints, just anoint with gentle balm Police the flashpoints, keep them from harm And wipe the pain away
Pop back keystone vertebrae With my very own keyhole surgery
A quick Op, then dancing - all day Dancing all day, dancing all! day
Do it yourself, do it yourself Do it yourself, do it yourself
