There's nothing to do here
Some just whine and complain
In bed at the hospitalComing and going
Asleep and awake
In bed at the hospitalTell me the story
Of how you ended up here
I've heard it all in the hospitalNurses are fussin'
Doctors on tour
Somewhere in IndiaI got one friend
Laying across form me
I did not choose him
He did not choose meWe got no chance of recovery
Joy and hospital, joy and misery
Joy and misery, joy and miseryPut out the fire, boys
Don't stop, don't stop
Put out the fire on usPut out the fire, boys
Don't stop, don't stop
Put out the fire on usBring the buckets by the dozens
Bring your nieces and your cousins
Come, put out the fire on usVietnam fishing trips
Italian opera
Vietnam fishing trips
Italian operaI got one friend
Laying across from me
I did not choose him
He did not choose meWe got no chance of recovery
Joy and hospital, joy and misery
The joy and misery, the joy and misery
The joy, the joy, the joy, miseryPut out the fire, boys
Don't stop, don't stop
Put out the fire on usPut out the fire, boys
Don't stop, don't stop
Put out the fire on usBring the buckets by the dozens
Bring your nieces and your cousins
Come, put out the fire on us
Songwriters
MATTHEW AVEIRO, MATTHEW MAUST, JONATHAN RUSSELL, NATHAN WILLETTPublished by
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