[Intro] (8 bars) Alright Princeton… I promise I left the Jersey traffic back in Jersey. [Verse 1] (16 bars) Dr. Dom came down with a rolling case, Coffee in hand, determined face. I brought the robot—didn’t bring my ego, (It wouldn’t fit in the carry-on, amigo.) New town, new halls, same old grind, Still reading the room like it’s printed in my mind. [Pre-Chorus] (8 bars) If the console’s calling, I’m answering fast, But someone hide my phone—’cause I text too vast. [Chorus] (16 bars) Robotic urology back in Princeton, West Virginia—yeah we’re building something. Missy runs the OR, fearless queen, Ordering forced bipolar like it’s routine. Chris at the front desk—calm, collected, Keeping the day from getting “unexpected.” Scott at bedside—Stratafix, Vicryl, no fuss, And Dr. Savatta at the controls—trying not to over-caffeinate us. [Post-Chorus Hook] (8 bars) Jersey hands, mountain plans, Steady moves where the future lands. Jersey hands, mountain plans, Princeton’s up—now here we stand. [Verse 2] (16 bars) Missy checks the board, makes it tight, “Doc, you’re good—now follow the light.” Chris up front, schedules don’t slip, He’s basically air-traffic control for my ship. Scott passes sutures, steady and cool, Makes me look smoother than I am in school. [Pre-Chorus] (8 bars) And if I start talking like a TED Talk again, Just point me to the console—amen. [Chorus] (16 bars) Robotic urology back in Princeton, West Virginia—yeah we’re building something. Missy runs the OR, fearless queen, Ordering forced bipolar like it’s routine. Chris at the front desk—calm, collected, Keeping the day from getting “unexpected.” Scott at bedside—Stratafix, Vicryl, no fuss, And Dr. Savatta at the controls—trying not to over-caffeinate us. [Verse 3] (16 bars) I’m learning the roads and the local talk, Trying to look chill when I speed-walk. If you hear me mumble “where’s my clip?” That’s just me bonding with the instrument ship. But when it’s go-time, it’s clean and crisp, I’m locked in tight—no drama, no risks. [Bridge] (16 bars) From New Jersey hustle to Appalachian skies, Same steady hands, just different sunrise. We keep it safe, we keep it clean, We make hard days look in-between. And if I misspeak one street name, fine— I’ll just blame it on the chlorhexidine. [Breakdown / Call-and-Response] (16 bars) (Instrumental) Crowd/Backing: “Who’s got the room?” Lead: “Missy!” Backing: “Who’s at the desk?” Lead: “Chris!” Backing: “Who’s bedside smooth?” Lead: “Scott!” Lead (half-laugh): “And who’s at the controls?” (Me.) “Okay—let’s not make a big thing.” [Final Chorus] (16 bars) Robotic urology back in Princeton, West Virginia—yeah we’re building something. Missy runs the OR, fearless queen, Ordering forced bipolar like it’s routine. Chris at the front desk—calm, collected, Keeping the day from getting “unexpected.” Scott at bedside—Stratafix, Vicryl, no fuss, And Dr. Savatta at the controls—finally switching to decaf for us. [Outro Tag] (8–12 bars) Jersey hands, mountain plans, Steady moves where the future lands. Princeton… we’re here. Now somebody save me a coffee.
