An Unpleasant Song

Inspired by a comment made by my first department head “Doctor Shock”

(Really, that was his name)
surrounding events detailed here

Parody of Madonna’s “Vogue”

Test on those

Test on those

Morgue, morgue, morgue

Morgue, morgue, morgue

Say you got

a new device for stopping heartache,

And everything works the best  [Yes you've been blessed]

You try everything you can to release

But first you need to run tests [too many tests]

Try testing stuff on one who's a‑live

You will alarm the ole F. D. A.

Go to the place gets them fresh every day.

Below the ground floor,

Won't wanna see no more

Come on, morgue

Get a body set on a new slab [set on a new slab]

Hey, hey, hey

Come on, morgue

Wish you were safe back in the lab  [back in the lab]

You don't wanna do it

Is it gross, just in your imagination

No way man‑ it's worse by far [much worse by far]

Look inside, units for refrigeration

You'll run right back to the car [hide in your car]

Your cadaver could be black or white

With fingers bent up or curled

Wont be no pumping, just a stick and insert

If it's calcified, well, at least you tried, you know it

Come on, morgue

Get a body set on a new slab [set on a new slab]

Hey, hey, hey

Come on, morgue

Hope the site's not covered in flab [covered in flab]

You don't wanna do it

Bodies all around you

The smell is sure to confound you

Brain is in the tupperware

Just go look and you'll find it there

In-sertion, must be done

So get into your scrubs now

Come on, morgue

Get a body set on a new slab [set on a new slab]

Hey, hey, hey

Come on, morgue

Can't eat lunch though work pays the tab [don't need a tab]

You don't wanna do it

Morgue, [Morgue]

Bodies from a hearse now [Skulls on display]

Morgue, [Morgue]

Couldn't get much worse now [Can't run away]

Bugs that eat the flesh off bones

Limbs bent up like saxophones

Ready for a needle stick

Inhale deep and you'll get sick

It's smelly, hardly clean

Scaring people, is real mean

Tortured path, never good

Worker’s munching on some food

Ain't no shrouds, ain't no lace

In the bucket, just a face

Cardboard caskets, increase fear

When you're finished, need a beer

Ladies with no ECG

Fellows test on arteries

All just lie there, get inserted

Don't enjoy, it's too perverted

Morgue, morgue

Oooh, you've got to

Get femorals prepped for insertion

Oooh, you've got to just

Run away if you get a diversion

Oooh, don't want the

Morgue.............