Henrik Widegren - The Ballad of the Superstar Surgeon Paolo Macchiarini - Live from the hospital скачать в хорошем качестве

Henrik Widegren - The Ballad of the Superstar Surgeon Paolo Macchiarini - Live from the hospital

This is a ballad about the superstar surgeon Paolo Macchiarini. And sadly, every word in this song is true. Anna, thank you for reviewing my lyrics! And Chancellor of Justice, thank you for dropping Macchiarinis charges of slander. I agree. Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/67ae7I... or the remix: https://open.spotify.com/track/5WuUSU... Listen for free: https://henrikwidegren.se/album/medic... Buy cd: https://henrikwidegren.bandcamp.com/a... The Ballad of the Superstar Surgeon Paolo Macchiarini Music/Lyrics: Henrik Widegren Ladies and gentlemen Please, let me sing Let me tell a story, So hideous and grim It is just as crooked As a tortellini It is about the surgeon Paolo Macchiarini T’was in Stockholm, Sweden Two thousand ten A surgeon was recruited By enterprising men They celebrated with Champagne and Martini: ”Hooray we got the superstar Paolo Macchiarini!” He wanted to facilitate The patient’s respiration With advanced medical Regeneration He thought outside the box And anything goes So he planted stem cells On a garden hose But some people were Somewhat sceptical What if the new trachea Did not stick at all? But noone likes A naysaying genie So they cheered and bowed To Paolo Macchiarini The next year in Stockholm Opening night The OR was packed Everybody wanted a bite But Paolo loved animals Protocol, be cursed! So he tried the operation On humans first In fancy papers he Described his victory And soon he operated Patient two and three But he forgot to mention Something very odd How the first patient was Coughing up blood Next in line was Julia Not sickly at all He told her that the risk Was very, very small She had a family and her hair Was blond like linguine She trusted the surgeon Paolo Macchiarini So Paolo kept busy And patients in line But the plastic airways Weren’t doing fine The tracheas are perfect Reported Macchiarini But the tracheas looked like Rotting zucchini One day four doctors Finally awakened And shouted out: “The emperor is naked” But the board said: “How have you acquired These medical records We could have you fired” But soon everybody In this world could see Plastic doesn’t work But there was no plan B Slowly the patients Lost their breath Their new, fantastic airways Caused a slow death At last Macchiarini Together with the board And the president Were fired. Thank the Lord! But they’ve got new jobs Are safe and sound While half a dozen patients Lay in the ground So why do I sing this? Why do I bore ye? Because we must never Forget this story A mixture of Bergman and Fellini The ballad of the surgeon Paolo Macchiarini The superstar surgeon Paolo Macchiarini Chords: EmEmDEm GDAmB7 EmDGB7 EmAmB7Em