We got no chance of recovery
Bring your nieces and your cousins
Put out the fire on us
I've heard it all in the hospital
Bring the buckets by the dozens
We got no chance of recovery
Put out the fire, boys
I got one friend
The joy, the joy, the joy, misery
Bring the buckets by the dozens
We are now fish and chips
Joy and hospital, joy and misery
Put out the fire, boys
Italian opera
Laying across from me
I got one friend
Don't stop, don't stop
Tell me the story
Joy and hospital, joy and misery
Joy and misery, joy and misery
Put out the fire on us
Nothing's sufficing
Bring your nieces and your cousins
Italian opera
Don't stop, don't stop
Put out the fire on us
Don't stop, don't stop
I did not choose him
We are now fish and chips
Laying across form me
In bed at the hospital
Don't stop, don't stop
Doctors on tour
I did not choose him
Somewhere in India
Of how you ended up here
He did not choose me
The joy and misery, the joy and misery
He did not choose me
In bed at the hospital
Asleep and awake
Come, put out the fire on us
Coming and going
Put out the fire, boys
Put out the fire, boys
Put out the fire on us