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   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....