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What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy?There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easyI've had my lungs checked out with X raysI've smelled the hospital hallwaysSomeday I'll have a disappearing hairlineSomeday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytimeTimes when the day is like a play by SartreWhen it seems a bookburning's in perfect order -I gave the doctor my descriptionI tried to stick to my prescriptionsSomeday I'll have a disappearing hairlineSomeday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytimeAfternoons will be measured outMeasured out, measured withCoffeespoons and T.S. EliotMaybe if I could do a play-by-playbackI could change the test results that I will get backI've watched the summer evenings pass byI've heard the rattle in my bronchi ...Someday I'll have a disappearing hairlineSomeday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytimeAfternoons will be measured outMeasured out, measured withCoffeespoons and T.S. Eliot(2x)