Текст песни 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