Pass Her Johnny, Pass Her
Take B leans into a brisk maritime polka groove, accentuating the chaotic humor of shop-floor inspection marathons.
The stories behind Pass Her Johnny, Pass Her
- Banjo Picking and Tavern Shouts in Take B — Take B leans into a brisk maritime polka groove, accentuating the chaotic humor of shop-floor inspection marathons.
- Racing the Clock on the Eve of Inspection — A theatrical shanty captures the frantic shop floor push to certify hundreds of infusion pumps before surveyors arrive.
Lyrics
48 hours without a shut -eye, lads!
Auditors board at sunrise!
Pass them down the line!
the inspectors are sailing on tomorrow's high tide with
clipboards of iron and pencils of pride 400
ivy pumps row upon row awaiting their tags
in the dungeon below I test out the earth ground I test
out the lead With coffee like tar in my sleep craving
Hey, hey,
Pass her, Johnny, pass her
Slap the green sticker upon her frame
Test her, Johnny, faster
No red tag of shame shall dishonor our name
From the bilge of the basement right right up to the mast
Every machine in this hospital passed
Old Barnaby tests out the occlusion flow
While young Tommy solders the relays below
The multimeter whistles, the safety lights gleam
The finest inspection that ever was seen
Three hundred and twenty done out of the pile
We grease every caster and smile through the trial
Hey, hey!
The clock on the bulkhead strikes quarter to five.
We're barely awake, but we're mostly alive.
The very last pump gets its sticker of green.
The cleanest damn fleet that the doc's ever seen.
We hear the inspectors cold boots on the stair
As we wash all the flux and the grease from our hair
Pass her, Johnny, pass her
Slap the green sticker upon her frame
Test her, Johnny, faster
No red tag of shame, shall this honor our name
From the bilge of the basement right up to the mass
Every machine in this hospital pass
BATS!
Audit! Report! ZERO FINDINGS!
BREAK OPEN THE GROUND!
Ha ha
