Procol Harum - Typewriter Torment (Raw Track from Studio Session)

One, two, three Typewriter torment, dreadful disease Caught it the first day I touched the keys You wear down your fingers, churn out your pap Oh, it eats up your life like a dose of the clap, yeah Typewriter Typewriter torment it tortures me still If only my doctor could see that I'm ill Typewriter fever gives birth to a flood It sweeps through your body, curdles your blood You curse and discurse but you're damned for all time The moment your fingers give birth to a rhyme Yeah, typewriter Typewriter fever, it harries me still If only my doctor would give me a pill Typewriter fever, I'm worn to a stub I've dumped my Thesaurus, pulled out the plug I'm rending my ribbon, I'm bending my stool Don't bother rewinding, I'm done with it all Oh yeah, it's typewriter But why can't my doctor just say that I'm ill? Typewriter fever is paying his bill Typewriter fever, it hurries me still If only my doctor would give me a pill Typewriter Typewriter Typewriter, typewriter, evil