Catapult — Phish

(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