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I was up to my fingertips Doing humanitarian shtick, Visiting a nursing home Where they're more dead Than sick; Playing and singing And doing my licks For those with clocks Near the last tick. They didn't mind My performance was sick. The woman occupying The bed next door, Would curse and swear Like a Tudor ***** Together we were Rocking the floor. Just then the P.A Called Code Blue, I played on through what ensued.. What was I to do? Then we heard Code Red, Code Red, The one next door yelled, **** I'm dead?* I heard her screech, Code Pink, Code Pink! I caught the refrain, Played a chord, The Tudor and I Were in full accord. What was I to think? Code Brown, she bellowed, Code Brown, she hollered, Hitting the ground Just near the toilet. *Code Green, Code Yellow, Code White, Code Black, I'm the victim of a Rainbow attack. **** it! **** I'm gonna die! Don't they know I'm colour blind.*
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC
Nursing Home Blues
I was up to my fingertips Doing humanitarian shtick, Visiting a nursing home Where they're more dead Than sick; Playing and singing And doing my licks For those with clocks Near the last tick. They didn't mind My performance was sick. The woman occupying The bed next door, Would curse and swear Like a Tudor ***** Together we were Rocking the floor. Just then the P.A Called Code Blue, I played on through what ensued.. What was I to do? Then we heard Code Red, Code Red, The one next door yelled, **** I'm dead?* I heard her screech, Code Pink, Code Pink! I caught the refrain, Played a chord, The Tudor and I Were in full accord. What was I to think? Code Brown, she bellowed, Code Brown, she hollered, Hitting the ground Just near the toilet. *Code Green, Code Yellow, Code White, Code Black, I'm the victim of a Rainbow attack. **** it! **** I'm gonna die! Don't they know I'm colour blind.*
francie-lynch
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC
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