See the needle fine and sharp,
Pick the skin and make you smart,
Watch the blood flow from your arm,
Here they weave their magic charms.
Tra-la-la, Tra-la-la,
Round and round we go again.
See the machine so bright and big,
To scan inside and reveal what’s hid,
Hear it clang and whirr and buzz,
Lie there calmly without fuss,
Tra-la-la, Tra-la-la,
Round and round we go again.
See the people come and go,
Each with their own tale of woe,
Carrying their illness close and near,
Eyes all filled with pain and fear,
Tra-la-la, Tra-la-la,
Round and round we go again.
See the nurses quickly move,
With precision calm and smooth,
As the patients sit and wait,
For their time and for their fate,
Tra-la-la, Tra-la-la,
Round and round we go again.
