You’re sitting around for hours and hours

Waiting for an operation

With a gown that’s open down the back

It’s enough to cause a heart attack

You’re so full of trepidation.

You’ve a paper hat and paper shoes

And a robe of snowy white:

Upon each leg an elastic stocking-

If only they’d keep your knees from knocking-

And make you less of a fright.

At long last it’s your turn for the theatre

Where you are the main attraction;

What goes on in there?

You’ve come to in a chair

In a state of stupefaction.

You can’t believe it’s all over

And you’ve no idea it’s so late.

You need help to get dressed

Though you have passed the test

But you are not feeling so great.

The refreshments you’re given don’t last very long

For when you are outside they are too.

So you slump in the car

Thank the Lord it’s not far

And you hope that you’ll soon feel like you.