Procol Harum Lyrics

Album: Procol's Ninth

Typewriter Torment Lyrics

Typewriter torment, dreadful disease 

Caught it the first day I touched the keys 

You wear down your fingers and churn out your pap 

It eats up your life like a dose of the clap 

Typewriter torment it tortures me still 

If only my doctor could see that I'm ill 

Typewriter fever it harries me still 

If only my doctor would give me a pill

Typewriter fever gives birth to a flood 

It sweeps through your body and curdles your blood 

You curse and discurse but you're damned for all time 

The moment your fingers give birth to a rhyme 

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 and pulled out the plug 

I'm rending my ribbon and bending my spool 

Don't bother rewinding: I'm done with it all 

But why can't my doctor just say that I'm ill? 

Typewriter fever is paying his bill.