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What is it that make me just a little be queasy?
There’s a weeze 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 be sartre
When it seems a bookburning’s in perfect order-
I gave the doctor my description
I’ve tried to stick to my persciptions

Someday I’ll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I’ll wear pyjamas in the daytime

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...
What is it that make me just a little be queasy?    There’s a weeze 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 be sartre   When it seems a bookburning’s in perfect order-   I gave the doctor my description   I’ve tried to stick to my persciptions      Someday I’ll have a disappearing hairline   Someday I’ll wear pyjamas in the daytime      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...