(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