Cure It All With Gas

Some of you may remember this one from when I first drafted it, but it’s changed quite a bit since then. It’s about Humphrey Davy and the Pneumatic Institution.

Lyrics:

Davy’s got a hospital in Bristol
Where he’s playing with his bellows in the back
We’re the ones to see if you’ve got TB
Cause we can cure it all with gas.

Dr. Beddoes thinks he’s onto somethin’
Carbon monoxide’s what he has.
Breathe it in and you’ll never hurt again!
Yes, we can cure it all with gas.

James Watt builds our machines so we’ll save his son
(But confidentially, he doesn’t have a chance.)
His dad won’t have to know, we’ll pump him full of N2O,
Yeah, we can cure it all with gas.

Sir Joseph Banks is beginning to suspect
That we’ve made the odd exceptional assumption
But we can prove the treatment’s had a great effect
On our own personal consumption

Davy’s got a hospital in Bristol
Where he’s holding Mrs. Beddoes in the back
And easing all his cares by putting on airs
Yeah, he can cure it all with gas.
Yeah, he can cure it all with gas.
Yeah, we can cure it all with gas.