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
(refrão 1)
Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I'll wear pajamas in the daytime
Times when the day seems like a play by Sartre
When it seems a book burnings in perfect order
I gave the doctor my description
I've tried to stick to my prescription
(refrão 2)
Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I'll wear pajamas in the daytime
Oh, oh, oh, oh (or something to that effect)
Afternoons will be measured out
Measured out and measured with
Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot
Maybe if I could do a play-by-playback
I could change the test results that I would get back
I've watched a summer evening pass by
I've heard the rattle in my bronchi
(refrão 2)
Afternoons will be measured out
Measured out and measured with
Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot