Sorry I'm late ...

Tune is 'Help me make it through the night'

Get That Spittoon Out of Sight

Take that Stetson off your head
You can't wear it any more
Take those spurs off from your boots
They've been scratching up the floor

You've been working here too long
Folks are saying things ain't right
This should be a sterile room
Get that spittoon out of sight

That Lone Ranger mask must go
It's not what you ought to wear
In the operating room
People think that you don't care

The last patient to complain
Simply couldn't understand
The appendectomy was fine
But on his rear you burnt your brand

Saddle up your horse and go
Just ride out into the night
You won't pass muster one more time –
Get that spittoon out of sight

Bradypus