[Intro] (Phone buzz) (night shift) (deep breath) Yeah… Princeton on call. [Verse 1] It’s Princeton after dark, I’m the doc on the line, Badge on, scrubs on, running on caffeine time. Transfer service ringing like it’s payday at a bank, I pick up like, “Go ahead… tell me what’s in the tank.” They say, “We got a patient, UTI, fever’s climbing fast, Obstructing stone, hydronephrosis—this won’t last.” I’m thinking, “Alright, we move—source control tonight,” Then I hear the location and it doesn’t sound right. [Pre-Chorus] “Why you calling me from Beckley?”—I’m trying not to shout, “We transfer there, not the other way around!” But the patient’s sick and time’s a ticking drum, So I swallow the sass and I do what must be done. [Chorus] Transfer what?! Transfer who?! It’s 2 A.M., yeah, I’m talking to you! We don’t play games, we don’t stall, we don’t bluff— Duty calls, and that’s enough. Princeton Urology—on the move, on the run, Princeton Anesthesia—ready when it’s go-time, hon. We’re here to serve, we’re here to heal— Transfer what?! We keep it real! [Verse 2] They’re reading off vitals like a late-night rap, WBC up, creatinine up—yeah, the labs look cap. Stone’s got the ureter locked like a stubborn old gate, And infection behind it? That’s a dangerous rate. I’m picturing stents and drains, quick hands, clean plan, Get the pressure off the kidney—do what we can. But my brain keeps circling that one weird fact, “Beckley calling Princeton” like, “Wait… rewind that.” [Pre-Chorus 2] I could yell, “EMTALA!” make a legal scene, Drop the buzzwords heavy, make it sharp, make it mean. But that’s not the mission when the fever’s climbing high— The mission is the patient, so we keep it dignified. [Chorus] Transfer what?! Transfer who?! It’s 2 A.M., yeah, I’m talking to you! We don’t play games, we don’t stall, we don’t bluff— Duty calls, and that’s enough. Princeton Urology—on the move, on the run, Princeton Anesthesia—ready when it’s go-time, hon. We’re here to serve, we’re here to heal— Transfer what?! We keep it real! [Bridge] (Quiet down… then build) Look— I’m not here to win an argument on the phone, I’m here to get a sick patient safely home. A stone plus infection? That’s a bad duet, So we break that combo with the best team you can get. Princeton’s on call, and we answer the bell, Even when the story doesn’t line up well. No grandstanding, no threats, no “gotcha” tonight— Just a plan, steady hands, and we make it right. [Verse 3] So I say, “Send the chart, send the imaging too, Start the antibiotics, keep the fluids going through. We’ll get a bed, we’ll get the OR on standby, We’ll get the kidney unblocked—no need to dramatize.” And when they exhale, like relief in their tone, I remember why I picked this life I’ve known. Yeah, it’s messy, it’s late, and it’s never polite— But it’s still the right thing on a long call night. [Final Chorus] Transfer what?! Transfer who?! Doesn’t matter—patient first, that’s what we do. We don’t play games, we don’t stall, we don’t bluff— Duty calls, and that’s enough. Princeton Urology—on the move, on the run, Princeton Anesthesia—ready when it’s go-time, hon. We’re here to serve, we’re here to heal— Transfer what?! We keep it real! (chant) Transfer what?! Transfer who?! (chant) Princeton’s here—coming through! [Outro] (Phone clicks. Quiet.) Alright… next call.
