Soon May the Bio-Med Come
Take B delivers a driving acoustic folk-rock treatment of the ceiling-tile pump heist with layered gang choruses.
The stories behind Soon May the Bio-Med Come
- Sea Shanty Parody and Percussive Drive in Soon May the Bio-Med Come — Take B delivers a driving acoustic folk-rock treatment of the ceiling-tile pump heist with layered gang choruses.
- Infusion Pump Hoarding and the Annual Ceiling Hunt — When floor inventories vanish, clinical engineering embarks on a maritime treasure hunt above the ceiling tiles.
Lyrics
There is a rumor upon the winds.
Floor 5 has 25
E -Pumps that do not exist on the inventory.
Fetch the ladder, lads!
We hunt for treasure!
There once was a ward on the fifth floor deck
Where never a pump was available to check
The floor manager swore on her mother's own life
We haven't got one for a husband or wife
A hospital search from the roof to the base
Not a single infusion pump left in the place
Soon may the buy -in come
To bring us batteries, solder and rum
One day when the audit is done
We'll take our pumps and run
Search the closets and search the hall
Find where the nurses have hidden the gold
Captain McIntyre stroked his gray beard I know where they went just as I feared
He stood on a desk with a flashlight in hand
And pushed up a ceiling tile over the land
And what did he see in the fiberglass dark?
Ten shiny yellow wrist pumps glowing like a spark
Soon may the bio come to bring us batteries, solar and rum
One day when the audit is done, we'll take our pumps and run
Search the closets and search the hole
Find where the nurses have hidden the gold
HARDEST!
SKELEWAX!
WE FOUND THE MOTHERSHIP!
HA HA!
Hey!
Hey!
Behind the air ducts and beside the cold pipes
Packed up like contraband of various types
Every single battery charged up to full
Tucked in a nest of clean surgical wool
The charge nurse turned red as a lobster at sea
Those are emergency backups for me!
We lowered them down on a bed sheet line
Ten little beauties so polished and fine
Confiscated by your biomedical law
The finest damn contraband the hospital saw
Soon may the biome come
To bring us batteries, solar and rum
One day when the audit is done
We'll take our pumps and run
Search the closets and search the hole
Find where the nurses have hidden the gold
Seized under maritime salvage rights
Distributed to the air
Fair
Pirates
