Lyrics Dr Dim And Dr Strange - Dr. Strangely Strange

Dr Dim And Dr Strange

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
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
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