On the day I was born The nurses all gathered 'round And they gazed in wide wonder At the joy they had found The head nurse spoke up Said, "Leave this one alone" She could tell right away That I was bad to the bone Bad to the bone Bad to the bone B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone I broke a thousand hearts Before I met you I'll break a thousand more, baby Before I am through I wanna be yours, pretty baby Yours and yours alone I'm here to tell ya, honey That I'm bad to the bone Bad to the bone B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone I'll make a rich woman beg And I'll make a good woman steal I'll make an old woman blush And I'll make a young girl squeal I wanna be yours, pretty baby Yours and yours alone I'm here to tell ya, honey That I'm bad to the bone B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone Now when I walk the streets Kings and queens step aside Every woman I meet They all stay satisfied I wanna tell ya, pretty baby What I see I make my own And I'm here to tell ya, honey That I'm bad to the bone Bad to the bone B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad Woo, bad to the bone
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Songwriters: George Thorogood Bad To The Bone lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
C.: I need to call d.c. I have a couple of questions for him (ring). He must be busy. I’ll let my mind wander while I wait for him to pick his phone up and answer my call.
If I remarried someone whose last name was Case and we had a son, I would name him Justin. Then, he may be able to make a living as a backup quarterback in the NFL. (Ring) Or, if we had conjoined twins, and they were boys, I would name twin A, William, and twin B, Waymond. I would call them Will and Way, because where there’s a Will, there’s a Way (hehe) ring). Hi, d.c. I just had a couple of questions for you.
d.: What interrogative statements do you wish to derive information from Cal.E.?
C.: Well, my first question is, “If it is always the same temperature every year during this season, how can the temperatures be unseasonably warm’?” And my second question is, "what happened to Officer Jones at the Human Kennel?”
d.: The first question is interesting. I think they just mean it is warmer here than in other places during the fall. The answer to the second question is, ”He went away.”
C.: Where did he go, d.c.?
d.: It is a need-to-know answer, one that YOU don’t need to know!
C.: Geez, chill, dude. I was just wondering because he hassled you so much about the back belt you wore on four or five other higher security-clearance units. He also hassled me about me bringing in my “kitty size medium” sanitary shoes. The Kennel doesn’t have any that will fit my hind legs, so I was buying them myself and bringing them in so that my feet wouldn’t be exposed to the nasty conditions in the inmates’ cells.
In fact, d.c., Officers Jones, Smythe, Jordan, and Johnson all hassled you and me. Now, all are gone from our unit. Where did they all go? Did they all retire, get transferred to other units, or (Cat forbid) die?
d.: Yes
C.: To which one?
d.: All the above. That’s all you need to know.
C.: Who ARE you?
d.: I’m d.c. scot, correctional care nurse and author.
C.: Okay, I think you may be a little more than that, but I won’t ask any more questions. I think that may be detrimental to my health. But, d.c,. this is your second (or maybe third?) career. What did you do before you became a nurse?
d.: I worked with your dad in agriculture. Hey, Cal.E., I need you to pick up some black roses on your way to work, if you don’t mind.
C.: Me mind?! I’ll get on that right away d.c,, if you will tell me who they’re for
d.: That’s a need-to-know thing, Cal.E. All you need to know is that you need to bring one dozen black roses to work tonight. I’ll pay you back for them the next time I see you.
C.: I’ll just consider it a personal favor, d.c. PLEASE remember that!
d.: I will, you, have my word.
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