People cry as I come d-down
(Talkin' 'bout defenstration)
Jumped and then I met the ground
(Should have had more hesitation)
Wish that when I hit I'd r-r-rolled
(Forced my feet into pronation)
Broke my thigh bone, so I am told
(Hindering perambulation)

Don't try defenestration
There could be penetration. . .pavement.

Ambulance takes m-me away
(To Hippocratic location)
"Now, don't try a jig," medics all s-s-say
(As they prepare medication)
In my thigh's what I'd call a stick s-s-sensation
(Must be an inoculation)
As soon as there had been thigh p-p-p-penetration
(Had a sense of enervation)

I need resuscitation,
There's no oscillation wavy.

My line's flat; I'm g-goin' gray
(One doc calls for intubation)
And shoves down the big hose all the w-w-ay
(I'm back after ventilation)
Medicine is such a noble v-v-vocation
(Give that doc a commendation)
But he will want a big re-m-m-m-muneration
(I've no indemnification)

This is my situation:
No capitalization, cash-free

Fees are high, not comin' d-down
(Talkin' 'bout the cost inflation)
They throw me out, on the ground
(Method used: defenestration)
After my bill they had t-t-tolled
(Opened up, not for aeration)
"Let him fly; he has got no gold!"
(Land hard: disc degeneration)

"May you all face damnation!"
This is my imprecation, glaze-free.