Sweet Anesthesia
I need to come round slowly
very, very slowly
when I come round from the anesthetic
I need to come round slow
so let me down now gently
very, very gently
so that when I finally hit it
I'll hit the deck real slow
Doctor, doctor
prescribe a pill
doctor, please doctor
to cure me of this ill
administer a potion
I'll owe the fee
come on doc
lay some of that medicine on me
I tried to climb but the wall was too steep
I slipped and lost my grip
I was out for a week
When I came round
I was in a strange place
there were angels with thermometers
and bandages on my face
Now I'm slowly slipping under
falling deep into that well
subject to the sirens call
of the anesthetist's spell
tie some cotton to my finger
and the other end to you
so that I might find my way back home
from the place I'm going to
The anesthetics taking over
like a winter setting in
it feels like late October to Christmas on my skin
"now I want you to count to ten for me"
said the doctor with a smile
and as he spoke he became a memory
and I drifted for a while
Now I need to come down slowly
I need to come down slowly
so let me down now gently
very, very gently
so that when I finally hit it
I'll hit the deck real slow
