@izzythepush,
I'll probably go check all the lyrics.
Story you may already know: I had left my first lab in order to learn more histology, stayed at the new place almost a year while not learning more histology, and went back to a crew that were glad to see me. But in that intervening year, that lab was set in the heart of Beverly Hills, and some portion of the patients were famous, and that can be sort of usual in some areas of Los Angeles.
Anyway, I was an old hand, or so I thought, but then a couple came in for pre-marital testing, required at the time. The guy was Jim Morrison. I became a complete melting idiot at my microscope. There was one person above me in the group and I begged her to do the blood work. She frowned, and did it. I was relieved. What a chickenshit. Odd for me too, since I considered the famous as just people, and taken many minifilms or blood tests from famous people, quite a list that I shouldn't mention.
She remonstrated, "Jo, that isn't lab".
All these years later, I can remember my behavior on that day. I suppose I had a crush on him that even I hadn't known about.