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Şarkı Sözleri Doctor Davis, telephone please Doctor Davis, telephone please I'd catapult downtown To see the galleries And my favorite fiancée In a lavender gown But I'm hooked up to a machine It performs my daily functions Through a tube in my ween And today that thing malfunctioned Like a forest fire It burnt a hole in me, I perspired So there ain't gonna be no wedding No love affair No art to which none compares