Dr. Strangely Strange
Dr. Strangely Strange - Dr. Dim And Dr. Strange lyrics
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A baker N. Ferrara thought he was composed of butter and durst not sit in The sun or come near the fire for fear of being melted He was one of those who do talk with you and seem to be otherwise employed And to your thinking, very intent and busy Still that toy runs in their mind, that fear, that suspicion, that abuse, That jealousy, that agony, that vexation, that fiction, that pleasant Waking dream Cadman the Minotaur You'd better lick your lips The films almost over They're only showing clips The prelate's on the pig's back And he's running down the hill The swans turned to sailing ships The honey's on the window sills Projectionist Zhivago He promptly blows his cool He models up the spools There's a pike in every pool And that's for gospel This is what Dr. Dim has to say: Keep your eyes peeled, nerves steeled, well heeled in the field X 4 Add age after ion and proverb after life Sugar-daddy introduced the world and his wife While revolutions rife in the graveyards Dr. Strange has this to say: (don't you know?) Dry throat, hard stew, bitter pill as a rule Dry brains, hard mind, worse you couldn't find X 2 He's a stoker on the mad march steamer She's a county chemist and an antique dealer Dr. Strange has tried the astral tram Speeds to cure the melancholic man With a placebo from desperate Dan And sounded vice to gentisate the fever He cites a saline purgative for chronic paranoia? ?Keep a cleaner nose than usual Get in touch with Martin's lawyer The cracks of proposal is that Notice in the corner?? And this is how it reads folks: Keep your eyes peeled, nerves steeled, well heeled in the field X 4 To be taken twice at night The emetic for the blight To be taken night and day On an aluminum tray A pudding with a proof inside: the eating And this is what Dr. Strange has to say (God bless him): Dry throat, hard stew, bitter pill as a rule Dry brains, hard mind, worse you couldn't find X 2 Oh strangest cure of all The writing on the wall To hear the prophets call From Eden to the fall There's nothing there at all, at all X 4