Years ago the phone rang off the hook for Dr. Monroe   But he's erased the names in his little black book, he's living alone   Oh, you might have seen him chain-smoking on national TV   Drinking scotch on the rocks and flipping through playboy magazines   He will not hello, invite you to his chateau in the Pyrenees   He's a real sharp shooter, good looker, smooth talker with the ladies      He's running on high speed trains seeing visions of what he used to have   Like a choir boy in the wings it's the death of a ladies man      Ten years ago he quit the material world    He started speaking to the sixth dimension through public urinals   Oh, her got curious and started wearing some of Helen's clothes   He quit the firm and set up practice in his bathtub   Helen said "darling, I'm concerned, do you think that you'll pull through   Or should I call the doctor?"    He said "that's what I am, you fool."      He's running on high speed trains seeing visions of what he used to have   Like a choir boy in the wings it's the death of a ladies man      He's got his hair slicked back and his boots laced tight and shined   He makes a killer first impression 'cause he smells like turpentine   Oh, he'll slide beside you and ask you for his name   He extinguishes his cigarette in your water and then gives it a swig   "when is your stop? Where are you getting off?"    Gee, I can't be so sure, maybe Berlin, or maybe not      He's running on high speed trains seeing visions of what he used to have   Like a choir boy in the wings it's the death of a ladies man      When he comes in to see you he will look you straight in the eye   When he says "voulez-vous coucher avec moi?"   Run for you life      Cause he's running on high speed trains seeing visions of what he used to have   Like a choir boy in the wings it's the death of a ladies man