10,000 Americans die every year waiting for a kidney transplant.

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Sing Us a Song, We Need a Kidney Man

(to the tune of "Piano Man")

It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday,
The regular crowd shuffles in.
There’s an old man sitting next to me;
Dialysis is gonna begin.

He says, “Hey, can you explain something to me?
I’m not really sure why it is.
I’m trying to stay strong,
But these nights are long,
As I wait for a kidney to live.”

La, la-la, di-dee-da
La-la, di-dee-da da-dum

Sing us a song, we need kidneys, man,
Sing us a song tonight.
Well, we’re all in the mood for a solution;
The EKDA, it’s just right.

Now John at the clinic’s a friend of mine;
He gives me a smile for free.
And he’s quick with a joke,
Trying hard to give hope,
But there’s some place that he’d rather be.

He says, “Hey, I believe this is killing me,”
As the smile ran away from his face.
“Well, I’m sure we could end this kidney shortage,
And we could get out of this place.”

La, la-la, di-dee-da
La-la, di-dee-da da-dum

Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a full life.
And he’s talking with Davy,
Who was in the Navy;
With new kidneys, they’ll get back to life.

And the donors are practicing politics,
As the End Kidney Deaths Act must pass.
They will leave a world called “Dialysis,”
Where too many die much too fast.

Sing us a song, we need kidneys, man,
Sing us a song tonight.
Well, we’re all in the mood for a solution;
The EKDA, it’s just right.

It’s a pretty good crowd at the clinic,
And the nurses give me a smile,
’Cause they know brighter days are coming,
’Cause waitlists will end in a while.

And the friends and the families will celebrate
When the End Kidney Deaths Act gets passed.
And they’ll laugh and they’ll cry,
As more people survive,
And say, “Man, we’re living at last.”

Sing us a song, we need kidneys, man,
Sing us a song tonight.
Well, we’re all in the mood for a solution;
The EKDA, it’s just right.