Years ago the phone rang off the hook for Dr. But he's the names in his little black book, he's living alone Oh, you might have seen him on national TV Drinking scotch on the rocks and flipping playboy magazines He will not hello, you to his chateau in the Pyrenees He's a sharp shooter, good looker, smooth talker with the ladies
He's running on high speed trains seeing visions of he used to have Like a choir boy in the it's the death of a ladies man
Ten ago he quit the material world He speaking to the sixth dimension through public urinals Oh, her got curious and started some of Helen's clothes He quit the and set up practice in his bathtub Helen said "darling, I'm concerned, do you think that pull through Or should I the doctor?" He "that's what I am, you fool."
He's running on high speed trains seeing of what he used to have Like a choir boy in the wings it's the death of a man
He's got his hair slicked back and his boots laced tight and He makes a killer first 'cause he smells like turpentine Oh, he'll beside you and ask you for his name He extinguishes his cigarette in your water and gives it a swig "when is your Where are you getting off?" Gee, I be so sure, maybe Berlin, or maybe not
He's running on high speed trains seeing visions of what he to have Like a choir boy in the wings it's the death of a man
When he comes in to see you he will look you in the eye When he "voulez-vous coucher avec moi?" Run for you
Cause he's running on high speed trains visions of what he used to have Like a choir boy in the wings it's the of a ladies man