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Lyrics:
Oh I could've worked on a research staff
I could've been stationed on the sea
Or dug a cozy niche
In diseases of the rich
But that wasn't good enough for me (oh, no)

I was tired of the land
And disease that were bland
And some troubles that I didn't care to face
Now I wake each morning
To the intercom's warning
And I wonder why I ever went to space

Oh there's aches and pains, 'n wounds and sprains
And a spaceborn plague or two
So I'll do my best
And run another test
And pour myself another mug of brew

Thank you

Now I serve a starships crew with a million things to do
And a headache that I really can't afford
And some crewman's got a pet
That I haven't studied yet
Well at least I must admit I'm never bored

Half the calls that I receive Mayo Clinic won't believe
I get sex lives of the birds of Altair 5
I get fungus that eats glass
I get boils on the ass
And I somehow get the crew back home alive

Thank you
Have one too

I get psychos running loose, I get ailing vegan moose
And halucinogenic mists upon the breeze
I get viral plagues from mars
And neurotics from the stars
Tell me, what am I supposed to do with these?

But when the battle's won, and the rush and worry's done
And I've got some time to wonder why I'm here
When I weigh the life that's mine
Against the one I left behind
What the hell, I guess I'll stick another year

Thank you
Have one too
Don't mind if I do