Transfusion Blues
François Lancien-Guilberteau
Early one morning while making the rounds
I heard the radio saying “give your blood to the crowd”
So I rolled up my sleeve and like my dad used to do
I came to the townhall to give a pint or two
The ceiling was high there was gold all around
And portraits of great men were hung on every wall
Inside the hall there was about ten hospital beds
And on each one someone who bled for their fellow men
A lady told me sir thank you for coming by
And making us the gift of your most precious time
You are a generous soul and a modern age hero
We’ll call you in a moment please take your place in the queue
A doctor asked me then sir have you ever taken drugs
Did you travel to Africa have you messed around with boys
I’m faithful to my wife though I’ve a pain in my tooth
No one fitter than me ever walked into this room
Sorry sir the doctor said we cannot take your blood
It might make someone sick that nasty tooth has to be fixed
So I went out on the street with nothing else to do
And for the rest of that week I had transfusion blues
