The Boys in the Band

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Times have changed

And we've often

Rewound the clock

Since the Puritans

Got a shock

When they landed on

Plymouth Rock

If today any shock

They should try to stem

Instead of landing on

Plymouth Rock

Plymouth Rock

Would land on them

In olden days

A glimpse of stocking

Was looked on

As something shocking

Now heaven knows

Anything goes

Motherfucking son of a bitch!

Good authors too

Who once knew better words

Now only use

Four-letter words

Writing prose

Anything goes

Anything

The world has gone

Mad today

And good's bad today

And black's white today

And day's night today

And most guys today

That women prize today

Are just silly gigolos

So though I'm not

A great romancer

I know that

You're bound to answer

When I propose

Anything goes

Anything goes

Anything goes

Anything goes

Anything goes

Anything goes

Anything goes

Anything will do

Just think of those

Shocks you got

And those knocks you've got

And those blues you've got

From that news you've got

And those pains you've got

If any brains you've got

From those little radios

So though I'm not

A great romancer

I know that

You're bound to answer

When I propose

Anything goes

Anything goes

Anything goes

And it's more than gold

That's what you got

Oh, oh

Oh

It ain't easy...

It ain't easy, no

It ain't easy...

Shit.

Hello? Hello?

Hello? Merde!

Here you go.

Hello.

What do you recommend

for a catatonic fit

in a parking garage?

Ask your doctor.

Did you just call a minute ago?

Mm. It must have be Harold.

My doctor just canceled.

Can I come over?

You're about

a day and a half early.

I just got in. I don't think

I'm ready for you yet.

Why did the prick cancel?

Oh, a virus or something.

He said he was

just too sick.

Why didn't you tell him

you're sicker than he is?

Huh. He already knows that.

Okay, come on over.

And bring some ice.

Oh, Michael, don't give me

any responsibility.

At the moment, I can't

cope with anything weightier

than the directions

to your apartment.

Look, if you want a cold martini

when you get over here,

you better cope

with some ice.

I'll cope with some ice.

I thought you said

I was too early.

You heard what I said.

You're too early, and hurry up.

Goodbye-aye-aye.

Seventy-five.

Keep it.

How'd you get in?

The street door was open.

Want a drink?

Nope. Not until

I've had my shower.

I want something

to work out today.

I wanna try to relax

and enjoy something.

I see you managed

to cope with Doubleday.

Or did you meet

a bookmobile on the way?

Ha, ha, ha.

Excuse me.

Are you in a blue funk

because of the doctor?

Christ, no.

I was depressed

long before I got there.

Well, this'll

pick you up.

I went shopping today and

bought all kinds of goodies:

sandalwood soap...

Oh, I feel better already.

Your very own toothbrush,

because I'm sick to death

of you using mine.

Well, how do you think

I feel?

You've had worse things

in your mouth.

And also for you,

something called Control.

Now, notice.

Nowhere on the label

is it called hair spray.

Just simply Control.

And the words "for men"

are written about 37 times

all over the goddamn can.

Hm. And it's called

butch assurance.

Still hair spray,

no matter if

they call it "Balls."

It's all on your very own shelf,

which is to be labeled

"Donald's Saturday Night

Douche Kit."

By the way, are you

spending the night?

Nope. I'm driving back.

Why didn't the prick

call you and cancel?

Suppose you'd driven

all this way for nothing?

Why do you keep

calling him a prick?

Whoever heard of an analyst

having a session with a patient

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