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
pajamas in the daytime
Times when the day is
like a play by Sartre
When it seems a book burning's
in perfect order
I gave the doctor my description
I tried to stick to my prescriptions
Someday I'll have
a disappearing hairline
Someday I'll wear
pajamas 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
Someday I'll have
a disappearing hairline
Someday I'll wear
pajamas in the daytime
Afternoons will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot (2x)