(Doctor Davis, Telephone Please...Doctor Davis, Telephone Please)

I'd Catapult Downtown To See The Galleries

And My Favorite Fiancee In A Lavender Gown

But I'm Hooked Up To A Machine

It Performs My Daily Functions Through A Tube In My Wien


And Today That Thing Malfunctioned

Like A Forest Fire It Burnt A Hole In Me And I Perspired

So There Ain't Gonna Be A Wedding

No Love Affair, No Art To Which None Compares