Catapult
(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