What is it that
makes me just
a little bit queasy?
There's a breeze
that makes my
breathing not so easy
I've had my
lungs checked out
with x-rays
I've smelled the
hospital hallways
Someday I'll have a
disappearing hairline
Someday I'll wear
pyjamas in the daytime
Times when the
day is like a play
by Sartre
When it seems
a book-burning's in
perfect order
I gave the doctor
my description
I tried to stick to
my prescriptions
Someday I'll have a
disappearing hairline
Someday I'll wear
pyjamas in the daytime
Oh oh oh oh
Afternoons will be
measured out
Measured out,
measured with
coffee spoons and
T.S. Eliot
Maybe if I could do
a play-by-playback
I would change the
test results that
I will get back
I've watched the summer
evenings pass by
I've heard the rattle
in my bronchi
Someday I'll have a
disappearing hairline
Someday I'll wear
pyjamas in the daytime
Oh oh oh oh
Afternoons will be
measured out
Measured out,
measured with
coffee spoons and
T.S. Eliot
Afternoons will be
measured out
Measured out,
measured with
coffee spoons and
T.S. Eliot