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