Afternoons and Coffeespoons

Intro.: What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy     There’s a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy           I’ve had my lungs checked out with X rays   I’ve smelled the hospital hallways                            Someday I’ll have        a disappearing hair line        Someday I’ll wear        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                 {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}    Oh .... oh .... oh     After noons will be     measured out measured out and     measured with        coffe spoons and T.S. Eliot