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Greg, there's money to be made,
Smart hospitals succeed
By not admitting people who are poor or who may bleed
You only have to say these four words quick:
Go away you're sick
(Spoken): Oh, look, the ambulance just pulled up.
Admit him, he's in shock
I think he smells like beer
Admit him,
Better not, the City Hospital is near
I think he has a hemorrhage, treat him quick
Go away, you're sick!
It is clear that things will worsen
Unless we're in the black
We don't treat an ailing person
Till we get our money back.
(Spoken): This admission is for the psych. ward.
She hears voices all the time
It's clear she is a fake
I think she's schizophrenic
No, I think that's a mistake
Admit her to the ward, her wrists have cuts
Go away, you're nuts!Greg, the way you think's outmoded
Treat the well, not those near dead
All your bills should be recoded
Or we'll end up in the red.
(Spoken): Well said!
A surplus can be made
If patients buy what we can sell
So if you are on Welfare
We don't care, we say, "Farewell,"
All hospitals should learn a little trick:
Do not pick the sick
(Spoken): That's right!
To this mantra you must always stick:
Go away, you're sick!
You're sick!
You're sick!
You're sick!
Now, go away... you're sick!
Copyright. Greg LaGana and Barry Levy
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