歌词
Doctor Davis, telephone please
Doctor Davis, telephone please
I'd catapult downtown
To see the galleries
And my favorite fiancée
In a lavender gown
But I'm hooked up to a machine
It performs my daily functions
Through a tube in my ween
And today that thing malfunctioned
Like a forest fire
It burnt a hole in me,
I perspired
So there ain't gonna be no wedding
No love affair
No art to which none compares
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