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