The Drowsy Surgeon - Joe Fletcher & the Wrong Reasons

The Drowsy Surgeon Lyrics

The drowsy surgeon pinched the anesthetician,
and she leaned forward to administer the juice.
She said, "Now, Ben, if you would count back up to ten,
Well any second now all hell is breaking loose."
Well any second now all hell is breaking loose.
For years, he had been a model husband.
He always stuck by her when times are rough.
But this morning on the train,
He overheard a conversation.
He said "Haven't I've been honest long enough?"
Oh yeah, Haven't I've been honest long enough?
Bobby couldn't fully grasp the new arrangement,
And every evening asked, "When's daddy coming home?"
His older sister rolled her eyes
and dug her nails into her thighs
and she continued typing on her telephone

And no one even touched the mashed potatoes
And no one seemed to think about desert
Margaret picked up all the dishes
Starred into the middle distance
Tried to focus on the things that didn't hurt
Ooh and ever on the things that didn't hurt
And all alone inside his luxury apartment
And no one is there to say he's had enough
He's not sure which young lady
Has borrowed the Mercedes
But he's certain now that she has called his bluff
And that's nothing if you talk with his accountants
But he stopped opening the letters that they've sent
Out on the balcony
He looks over every tree
Flicks a cigarette and studies its descent
He flicks a cigarette and studies its descent
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Lyrics submitted by Robert Hicks.