Oh I could've worked on a research staff
I could've been stationed on the sea
Or dug a cozy niche
In diseases of the rich
But that wasn't good enough for me (oh, no)
I was tired of the land
And disease that were bland
And some troubles that I didn't care face
Now I wake each morning
To the intercom's warning
And I wonder why I ever went to space
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Oh there's aches and pains, wounds and sprains
And a spaceborn plague or two
So I'll my best
And run another test
And pour myself another mug of brew
Thank you
Now I serve a starships crew with a million things to do
And a headache that I really can't afford
And some crewman's got a pet
That I haven't studied yet
Well at least I must admit I'm never bored
Half the calls that I receive Mayo Clinic won't believe
I get s** lives of birds of Altair 5
I get fungus that eats gla**
I get boils on the a**
And I somehow get the crew back home alive
[Chorus]
Thank you
Have one too
I get psychos running loose, I get ailing vegan moose
And halucinogenic mists upon the breeze
I get viral plagues from mars
And nuerotics from the stars
Tell me, what am I supposed to do with these?
But when the battle's won, and the rush and worry's done
And I've got some time to wonder why I'm here
When I weigh the life that's mine
Against the one I left behind
What the hell, I guess I'll stick another year
[Chorus]
Thank you
Have one too
Don't mind if I do