Nobody sends me birthday cards    Nobody brings me flowers    I'm just here for operations    I've been out for hours    When I come to I'll wet my bed    `Cos when I get mad I sink so low    As matron knows    I get off on what you give me, darling    I get off on what you give to me    Yeh, I get off on what you give me, darling    I get off on what you give to me    And when I go to that seedy ward    Up in the sky    You'll be waiting    With a hypodermic needle    And a graph    Here comes the dark    (I'm grateful for my anaesthetic)    Out goes the spark    (Delirious and apathetic)    When I come to    I'll wet my bed    And when I get well    I'll take revenge    I'll wreak my wrath    On all blood donors    And their sisters    Visiting time and flowers    When sister brings that bedpan round    I'll piss like April showers    I get off on what you give me, darling    I get off on what you give to me    Yeh, I get off on what you give me, darling    I get off on what you give to me    And when I go    I'll die of plaster casting love