History
We need this patient's history
Without it a diagnosis will never be
That's why we need to get the history
Different country
This patient lives in a different country
And I know that airline tickets don't grow on a tree
So treatment is difficult that's plain to see
Include that in the patient's history
Estuary
He lives in a houseboat on an estuary
Which is handy for his work with the Thames Water Authority
Infection is possible, because it's insanitary
Insanitary
Taken a violent dislike to me
I'd be foolish to ignore the possibility
That the loved ones if we met, would punch or kick me
Still, that's not the only problem that I can see
Dead since 1993
You've been dead now . . . wait a minute, let me see
Fifteen years come next January
Why we took this case is an utter mystery
So why do we still investigate you?
Wouldn't being dead make it hard to treat you?
What interest could we have in you?
Well, I guess we won't get his history.
As Doctor Greg House finished his song, all the patients in the Clinic clapped. Cameron, Chase and Foreman were openmouthed with shock as House finished the last few bars on the piano. The instrument had been left there from the night before when Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital had (yet another) fundraiser. Of course at this point, Dr. Cuddy advanced with the wraith of god in her eyes.
"HOUSE!! You won't get out of clinic hours by entertaining the patients! Exam room two!" she shoved a file at Greg House, and stamped away, head held high with righteous indignation. As soon as she was out of sight of the Clinic, she leaned up against a wall, and giggled. It was hard to remember sometimes that he had an absolutely devistating sense of humor, hidden (well hidden) behind the prickly exterior.