The lyrics date, I think, from the Weaver's Reunion. Only Pete Seeger would take bathroom graffiti, craft it into a song (maybe adding a verse or three), and give credit to the People.

We've all (well, half of us) seen our share of goofy female MDs. They went to the same med schools, after all (but had to be be twice as good...) Ten years ago one was determined to whack out my uterus, which I did not want to happen for good and sufficient reason. I had several fibroids, one the size of a large baking potato. I did my research, found a good fertility specialist (they are the only ones with lots of experience on fibroids) and two weeks later I had them out. Just the lumps, thank you. The biggie was the easiest to remove as it was on a little stalk, growing into my abdomen. (The first one refused to even check where and what type it was.)

rant, rant, rant. We could do horror stories all night, all day. It's late and I think I need to go to bed ...