Working Where the Sun Don't Shine Lyrics

We praise the colorectal surgeon
Misunderstood and much maligned
Slaving away in the heart of darkness
Working where the sun don't shine
Respect the colorectal surgeon
It's a calling few would crave
Lift up your hands and join us
Let's all do the finger wave

When it comes to spreading joy
There are many techniques
Some spread joy to the world
And others just spread cheeks
Some may think the cardiologist
Is their best friend
But the colorectal surgeon knooooooows...
He'll get you in the end!
Why be a colorectal surgeon?
It's one of those mysterious things
Is it because, in that profession,
There are always openings?

When I first met a colorectal surgeon
He did not quite understand
I said, "Hey, it's nice to meet you but
Do you mind if we don't shake hands?"
He sailed right through medical school
Because he was a whiz
Oh, but he never thought of psychology
Though he's read passages
A doctor he wanted to be
For golf he loved to play
But this is not quite what he meaaaaaaaaant...
By "eighteen holes a day"!

Praise the colorectal surgeon
Misunderstood and much maligned
Slaving away in the heart of darkness
Working where the sun don't shine!