Written by Brad Roberts
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 hallwaysTimes 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 {chorus} 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 {chorus} 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. EliotF Bb Someday I'll have F C a disappearing hair line F Bb Someday I'll wear F C pajamas in the day time