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 aways.
Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline.
Someday I'll have
pajamas in the daytime.
Times when the day is like a play by Sartre.
When it seems the * burning's in perfect order.
I gave the doctor my prescription.
I've tried to stick to my prescriptions.
Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline.
Someday I'll have
pajamas in the daytime.
The whole
afternoon will be measured out,
measured out, measured with garbage spoons.
In tears I'll yank.
Maybe
if I could do a play by play back.
I could change the test results and I will get back.
I've watched the summer evening pass by.
I've heard the rattle in my bronchi.
Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline.
Someday I'll have
pajamas in the daytime.
The whole afternoon
will be measured out,
measured out, measured with garbage spoons.
In tears I'll yank.
In the afternoons
will be measured out,
measured out, measured with garbage spoons.
In tears I'll yank.