Y-shaped Thoracoabdominalincision Lyrics

Y-shaped Thoracoabdominalincision lyrics

...Alphabetic diagram...

...Of the gross exam...

Medical examiners
are detectives, who forensically

sift through a body of evidence

It's rarely simple, as you can see...the organs are on

the inside

We open up the corpse to find the clues that point to

an explanation
that might make sense

Let's crack the cadaver open for a little peek
and

document what we find...

...With scalpel in hand...

...I
hatch the plan...

Whether man, woman, child-the procedure is always
the

same

Beginning the medicolegal autopsy isn't very hard

The thoracoabdominal incision is the name of this

turgidly morbid
game

And the letter "Y" is the shape that we must carve...

All ME's
worth their salt keep a blade of their own

And have their scalpel
professionally sharpened,

polished, and honed

Because of its
ability to cut through skin, meat,

gristle, and bone

We keep track
of it from the opening of the corpse to

when it is sewn...

...I
must confess...

...This will make a mess...

...The stiff is ripe
and putrefied...

...I scalpel the mephitic skin...

...And trace the
letter "Y"...

...So the autopsy begins...

In order to field dress
this cadaver we cut from the

bottom of the neck to above the crotch

Some pathologists prefer to first puncture the bloated

corpse to
release built-up methane gas

Simply grasp the scalpel and apply downward
pressure

at the jugular notch

You'll find the skin will slice like
butter, revealing

subcutaneous tissue and ballooning yellow fat...

...No time to flinch...

...Only amateurs cringe...

Draw the
blade down over the body of the sternum and

breastplate

Past the
manubrium and xiphoid process and

costoxiphoid ligame