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 bookburning's in perfect order
I gave the doctor my description
I've tried to stick to my prescriptions
Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime
Ooh, afternoons
Will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot
Maybe if I could do a play-by-playback
I could 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
Ooh, Afternoons
Will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot
Afternoons will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot
