I may be a Mad Scientist
But I still insist
That all you pretty nurses wash your hands
I know there’s blood everywhere
And there’s stench up in the air
But I still want those nets up in you hair

And those Pretty Nurses say
“Hey crazy doctor how’s it hanging?”
The pretty nurse play
“Hey crazy doctor how’s it hanging?”
Those pretty nurses everyday

I know that I had 20 labs
But I reduced them all to ash
Because I don’t do things that are
Entirely rash

If you need a new heart
A whole one or just part
I can make your dreams come true
A real work of art

And those Pretty Nurses say
“Hey crazy doctor how’s it hanging?”
The pretty nurse play
“Hey crazy doctor how’s it hanging?”
Those pretty nurses everyday

Love those pretty nurses