Performed by Paul Needles; producer/arranger/sound engineer/drums/bass/epiano/congas/marimbas/flutes (and all around nice guy) Rick Barclay; lyrics by Dean Scott
A little background to this song. After graduating vet school, I found there to be a discrepancy between how much I could make as a veterinarian and my debt load. Surprising? No, not really. So, there I was, working for the Army full-time and doing additional part-time work at night at a local hospital to try to make ends meet with a family of two kids and a car that was more than a decade old. Here’s the part where you go, “Awwwww. Poor baby!” I dedicate this song to all of the new graduates who get to share in the same above dream of veterinary medicine, who, having already run one gauntlet to become a veterinarian, endure another trial to make a living as a veterinarian. We all go through the same process – you’re not alone and it does get better. Lyrics are provided below if you really, really, really feel the need to sing along.