Nobody sends me birthday cards Nobody brings me flowers I'm just here for operations I've been out for hours
When I come to I'll wet my bed 'Cos when I get mad I sink so low As matron knows I get off on what you give me, darling I get off on what you give to me Yeh, I get off on what you give me, darling I get off on what you give to me
And when I go to that seedy ward Up in the sky You'll be waiting With a hypodermic needle And a graph
Here comes the dark (I'm grateful for my anaesthetic) Out goes the spark (Delirious and apathetic)
When I come to I'll wet my bed And when I get well I'll take revenge I'll wreak my wrath On all blood donors And their sisters Visiting time and flowers When sister brings that bedpan round I'll piss like April showers
I get off on what you give me, darling I get off on what you give to me Yeh, I get off on what you give me, darling I get off on what you give to me
