when my belly starts a rumbling/and i'm jonesing for a treat/i close my eyes for a big surprise/potassium chloride bag
oh i love the potassium chloride bag/it hangs from my iv/and a nurse comes in to change it/about every hour or three
it's sort of like bananas/when it courses through my veins/docs don't front me 'cause i got the juice/there's a train of naughty nurses with a nice caboose/never get in trouble with a doctor's excuse/that's potassium chloride bag
i love potassium chloride bag no one tells me to behave/i get to skip my spongebaths/and i don't have to shave/hydromorphone makes me laugh instead and fentanyl grows like weeds
you get to veg all day
so much rock band to play
your onco wants you to have it your way
that's potassium chloride bag!
come and get it!
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a song for the ages, bob. a song for the ages.
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