[00:12.12]Typewriter torment, dreadful disease
[00:20.49]Caught it the first day I touched the keys
[00:31.47]You wear down your fingers and churn out your pap
[00:39.27]It eats up your life like a dose of the clap
[00:54.00]Typewriter torment it tortures me still
[01:01.20]If only my doctor could see that I'm ill
[01:11.79]Typewriter fever it harries me still
[01:14.79]If only my doctor would give me a pill
[01:24.18]Typewriter fever gives birth to a flood
[01:32.94]It sweeps through your body and curdles your blood
[01:44.01]You curse and discurse but you're damned for all time
[01:51.21]The moment your fingers give birth to a rhyme
[02:05.46]Typewriter fever it harries me still
[02:12.69]If only my doctor would give me a pill
[02:51.12]Typewriter fever I'm worn to a stub
[02:59.61]I've dumped my thesaurus and pulled out the plug
[03:10.65]I'm rending my ribbon and bending my spool
[03:17.73]Don't bother rewinding: I'm done with it all
[03:27.57]But why can't my doctor just say that I'm ill?
[03:38.70]Typewriter fever is paying his bill.