Doctor Davis, telephone please.Doctor Davis, telephone please)
I'd catapult downtown
And my favorite fiancee
To see the galleries In a lavender gown
But I'm hooked up to a machine
It burnt a hole in me and I perspired
It performs my daily functions Through a tube in my wien
Like a forest fire
And today that thing malfunctioned So there ain't gonna be a wedding
No love affair
No art to which none compares.
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