Mother made you wrong my dear,
All these imperfections, here and here;
The way your back hunches,
The way your hair bunches -
Look at how your bones bend, how your jaw clicks;
But don't worry dear; it's nothing I can't fix.
All its takes is a few screws, a pair of pliers,
A red hot iron and a fist full of wires,
I will take you, I will break you,
Tear you down and remake you,
We'll sculpt your flesh with such unerring precision;
And it all starts with this little incision -