There’s a Mass Up My
Ass
Part One: The General
Practitioner
Say there young
patient
What could you be
needin’
To tell the truth Doc
I’ve had unusual bleedin’
To help all my
patients
Is always my mission
You know what to do
Assume the position…
Well my young patient
I don’t meet to be
crass
In technical terms
You’ve a mass up your
ass
A mass up my ass?
How could it be so?
For I’ve never put things
Where the sunshine don’t go.
Now don’t be concerned
And don’t get upset
For there’s lots of
conditions
That I haven’t seen
yet
Just make an
appointment
With my specialist
friend
And we’ll figure out
What’s up your rear
end
Part Two: GI
Specialist
My friend the GP
Has sent me your file
Now let’s have a look
Bend over and smile
Tell me something Doc
Now I might be wrong
Could it be that your finger
Is exceptionally long?
When I feel up your
bottom
One thing comes to
mind
That the mass up your
ass
Is the cancerous kind
But let us be sure!
Let’s close this case
shut!
I’d like the chance
To stick a probe up your
butt
Colonoscopic biopsy?
My case I won’t plead
But when you put me to sleep
Versed’s what I need.
Part Three: The
Colonoscopy
Good morning young man
We’re the endoscope
crew
We’ll meet all your
needs
And stick things into
you
I don’t mean to complain
I don’t mean to nitpick
But if I don’t get Versed
I’ll become quite the dick
Propofol is for you
The anesthetists say
We’ll put you to sleep
The Neverland way
Now roll on your side
And let your fears
melt
And awake with a
feeling
Richard Gere has oft’
felt
Before I pass out
(which is clearly your aim)
(which is clearly your aim)
I’d like to point out
That Propofol’s lame
Where am I at?
In what city, state, nation?
And why does my ass
Have this burning sensation?
We’re glad you’ve come
‘round
Let’s not be demure
The mass up your ass
Is cancer for sure
The tumorous details
We must hasten to see
So the only
prescription
Is tomography
Now if I’m not wrong
A PET scan’s what you’ve said
And I’ll gladly submit
Just give me Versed!
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