The Rank of a Nurse
Robert Pollard
You like to have your drink
You'd like to think she is pink
But she pulls the rank of a nurse
And that can be a curse
But it could really be far worse
And when you've had your fix
And back to your usual tricks
She pulls the rank of a child
Her eyes get really wild
And you'll be justifiably reviled
She drags you away from your home for the misfits
She always needs to know where you are
She turns you on and off like a flip switch
And I don't think you will like it when she
Has everything that she loves
She only needs a pair of gloves
And she pulls the rank of a bitch
The rank of a child
The rank of a nurse
But you could have it worse, you know