The stories behind Pager in My Pocket

• Juggling Five Urgent Calls at Once on the Clinical Floors — A manic gypsy-punk breakdown of the relentless multitasking that defines on-call service shifts.

Lyrics

Five calls at once, don't drop the plates, boys.

Always.

Alley -oop!

Pager in my pocket going beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.

Floor three is screaming while the patients try to sleep.

Defibrillator charging in the trauma room below

Autoclave is hissing with a whistle full of woe

Nurse wants a printer ribbon, doctor wants a cord

Wheelchair lost a bearing on the orthopedic ward I'm running, I'm jumping, I'm

spinning like a top

Juggling all five tickets without a single stop

One in the air,

two in the air

Screwdrivers flying through the clinic everywhere

Keep them spinning.

Don't let them fall.

Answer every single call.

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle on the third floor.

Crack the Biomed over

The Biobank crewman will never drop the pack

Fly the phone ticking

Chunk those squeals Racing on a unicycle with a single wheel

Fix it in a second

Snap it in a wink

Faster than a clown can take a double blink

Replace the battery Catch

Oiled up the wheel

Catch Tighten down the steam valve on the autoclave steel

Loaded up the paper, found the lost telemetry

All five plates spinning in complete harmony

The head supervisor Has never yet

Rubbed her eyes in shock

As I bowed to the audience

And punched the service clock

Juggle, juggle, juggle on the third floor track

The bio -mini combat will never drop the pack

Wide upon ticking, trombone squeal

Racing on a unicycle with a single wheel

Fix it in a second, snap it in a wink

Faster than a clown can take a double -blank

All by contact!

Bye -bye.