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
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I've smelled the hospital hallways

           
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        F       Bb
       Someday I'll have
    F                      C
       a disappearing hair line
       F       Bb
       Someday I'll wear
    F                     C
       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

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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

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 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. Eliot