[Verse] Late at night, in this humble abode A hotel guest with compassion unfolds He picks up the phone, dials the front desk About a street surgeon in a state of distress [Chorus] Front desk savior, with towels in hand Helping a surgeon in a strange demand Tucking dwights' rectal lips back inside In this hotel, where compassion resides [Verse 2] A stranger's plea, for aid to provide The guest's heart swells with nothing to hide He rushes to help, with a purpose so grand Making sure dwights' backside is carefully planned