Catapult (7/18/03) Songtext
von Phish

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