Afternoons & Coffeespoons

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 hairline Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime Times when the day is like a play by Sartre When it seems a bookburning's in perfect order I gave the doctor my description I've tried to stick to my prescriptions Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime Ooh, afternoons Will be measured out Measured out, measured with Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot 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 Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime Ooh, Afternoons Will be measured out Measured out, measured with Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot Afternoons will be measured out Measured out, measured with Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot