• we its the eighteen hundreds!
    so bring my oil lamp!

    and we shall practice medicine
    on a passing tramp!

    with some plauge rats
    a bit of luck
    and some help from burke and hare

    we shall make some theorems
    that are way out there!


    'cuz everythimg is clock work
    (and clockworks made of cogs)

    we'll make freinds with jack the ripper
    in the midnight london fog

    a barber is your surgeon
    you'd better get a nun

    there is no anastetic
    it's nineteen oh - one!