I was talking to this nurse
up at the hospital the other night,
and I asked her what she thought
of the nursing profession.
And this is what she said.
When I was just a little bitty girl
sitting on mother's knee,
when I grew up, I thought I'd
perhaps a dress designer,
I already had a taste for finer things
Like Cadillacs, expensive clothes,
So I said, Mother, when I grow up,
I decided just the other night
The doctor was a millionaire,
and the nurse became his wife
They lived happily ever after
I'll be a nurse and have my fling
and wed some rich MD and now I'm
Fallen arches back strain sore feet
Oh, yes, I'm somebody's wife.
I'd gladly trade this bedpan
It's time I got some special care.
About the time I finished
I received a brochure one day.
It told about the glamour,
not to mention all those parties,
social life and entertaining.
I could hardly wait to start in
Well, I hadn't been there very long
till I knew one thing for sure.
The person had never been
who wrote that little brochure.
The uniforms that I had to buy
didn't show off my curves
and sitting in lectures all day long
kind of got on my nerves.
My roommate borrowed all my clothes
she was three sizes bigger than me
but she did help me crawl in the wonder
when I'd come in at two or three.
I passed my work by the skin of
they had a little ce remony in our rooms
for those of us on probation.
And now I'm tired of this life,
to heck with all this toil and strife.
Cause I've got fallen arches,
Every day another gray hair.
Oh yes, I'm tired of this life.
I want to be somebody's wife.
it's time I got some special care.
Well, I've been out of school now 14 years
and I've come to one conclusion.
Those ideas that I used to have,
On that high pay that I've
I keep going further in debt.
And hearing a surgeon rant and rave,
how glamorous can you get?
And whenever we have a party,
I'm on the third ship without fail.
So while everyone else is having a blast,
I gave up the idea a long time ago
of marrying a millionaire,
but I'd like to have a man
who was able to give me some
But every time that I'm assigned
to a patient of the opposite sex,
they all turn out to be 80 years old,
flat -broken, physical wrecks.
So here I am, getting older every day,
and though I'm not antique,
That's why I'm tired of this life
Too heck with all this toil and strife
Cause I've got fallen arches,
Every day another grey hair
Oh yes, I'm tired of this life
I want to be somebody's wife
It's time I got some special care.
It's time I got some special care.