Mark Sheeky & Tor James Faulkner - Calling Mister Wilson Lyrics

Calling Mister Wilson
There's a visitor for you
Report to mister Robinson
In room one thirty two
It seems there's been an incident
Please come and see the boss
The staff and upper management
Are sorry for your loss

That's what the office told me
That's what the office said
I had a son on Sunday
Now he's as good as dead
How can I tell Samantha
And spoil her holiday
I'll make the call this evening
But I don't know what to say

I'm sorry Mister Wilson
There's no easy way to say
That your son was in an accident
While on the carriage way
A girl was riding with him
When they impacted a car
They've taken them to hospital
And that is where they are

That's what the policeman told me
That's what the policeman said
I had a son on Sunday
Now he's as good as dead
And what about his girlfriend
I saw her father cry
Will we attend the funeral
And feel guilt our son survived

I'm sorry Mister Wilson
But the news is very bleak
The girl has lost the battle
And your son is very weak
He had a haematoma
On the left side of the brain
And now he's in a coma
And might never wake again

That's what the doctor told me
That's what the doctor said
I had a son on Sunday
Now he's as good as dead
And now there's only waiting
And only sleepless nights
But more than grief and hating
I have thanks that he's alive