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 prescription

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 ans 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...