Sweet Anaesthesia

I need to come 'round slowly
Very, very slowly
When I come 'round from the anaesthetic
I need to come 'round slow
So, let me down now gently
Very, very gently
So that when I finally hit it
I'll hit the deck real slow

Doctor, doctor
Prescribe a pill
Doctor, please, doctor
To cure me of this ill
Administer a potion
I'll owe the fee
Come on, doc
Lay some of that medicine on me

I tried to climb
But the wall was too steep
I slipped and lost my grip
I was out for a week
When I came 'round
I was in a strange place
There were angels with thermometers
And bandages on my face

Now I'm slowly slipping under
Falling deep into that well
Subject to the sirens call
Of the anaesthetist's spell
Tie some cotton to my finger
And the other end to you
So that I might find my way back home
From the place I'm going to

The anaesthetic's taking over
Like a winter setting in
It feels like late October
To Christmas on my skin
"Now I want you to count to ten for me"
Said the doctor with a smile
And as he spoke, he became a memory
And I drifted for a while

Now I need to come down slowly
I need to come down slowly
So, let me down now gently
Very, very gently
So that when I finally hit it
I'll hit the deck real slow

Sweet anaesthesia
Sweet anaesthesia
Sweet anaesthesia
Sweet anaesthesia