Lyric of the Week (Leslie Fish - "Bones' Song")
Oh I could've worked on a research sail,
Or I could've been stationed on the sea,
or dug a cozy niche
in diseases of the rich
but that wasn't good enough for me - oh no -
I was tired of the land of diseases that were bland
That's some trouble that I didn't care to face.
Now I wake each morning
to the intercom's warning
and I wonder why I ever went to space
Now there's aches and pains,
wounds and sprains
and a space born plague or two
so I'll do my best and I'll run a another test
and pour myself another mug of brew - thank you -
Now I serve a starship's crew
with a million things to do
and a headache that I really can't afford
and some crewman's got a pet
that I haven't studied yet
Well, at least I must admit I'm never bored
Half the calls I receive
Mayo clinic won't believe
I get sex lives of the birds of Altair Five
I get fungus that eats glass
I get boils on my ass
And I somehow get the crew back home alive
Now there's aches and pains,
wounds and sprains
and a space born plague or two
so I'll do my best and I'll run a another test
and pour myself another mug of brew - thank you - Have one too -
I get psychos running loose
I get ailing naked moose
and hallucinogenic mists upon the breeze
I get viral plagues from Mars
and neurotics from the stars
Tell me what am I supposed to do with these?
But when the battle's won
when the rush of worry's done
and I've got some time to wonder why I'm here
when I weigh this life of mine
against the one I left behind
what the hell I guess I'll stick another year!
Now there's aches and pains,
wounds and sprains
and a space born plague or two
so I'll do my best and I'll run a another test
and pour myself another mug of brew
- thank you - Have one too - Don't mind if I do!