Intro.: F F F Bb F F F Bb C C C C
F C F Bb C
What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy
F C F Bb C
There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy
Ab Db Eb
I've had my lungs checked out with X rays
Ab Db Eb Fm Db
I've smelled the hospital hallways
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F Bb
Someday I'll have
F C
a disappearing hair line
F Bb
Someday I'll wear
F C
pajamas in the day time
Times when the day is like a play by Sartre
When it seems a book burning's in perfect order
I gave the doctor my description
I've tried to stick to my presciptions
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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
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Bb F
Oh .... oh .... oh
C F
After noons will be
Bb Dm
measured out, measured out, and
Bb
measured with
C F Bb
coffe spoons, and T.S. Eliot
