Catapult
by Phish
From the album: A Picture of Nectar
Duration: 0:32
Lyrics for Catapult
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