Sex on the nhs consultants contract
This is a song About how long It takes a psychiatrist to Pounce upon A tiniest mouse His issues clear as glass He clearly has no class You see he cannot keep it in, Where it was designed to be His penis, Meant for dates with girls But at his disposal He has a ward full of women To dip in and out of While they doze Drug them into a stupour, To make them sour. Who needs to pay for dinner, When the nhs can gurantee you a free shag?










