I was in Venice again
On a week-to-week basis
Considering you
You were on my T.V
During commercial announcements
Considering me

What we did
What we did

"Yes, there was nothing sexual, although my tender memories of your questions
Your many interesting questions, and just because we were fooding and blending
Our underwear with each counter top, the disciplinary sweat from your brow
You bet, I selected you first thing in the morning, originally a wasted dottlе
But heh-heh-heh, still sеlf-controlled. I was pleased."

I got a call
And it wasn't important for talking
Considering you
You never mentioned
If you would've met me alone
And considering me
Four cubic inches
Was all that he counted
With each of his credible hands
Hand me a wrench, Mr. Gottlieb says
And he changed them
From inches to feet
What we did
What we did

"Yes, there I became a crabby applicant, just in time for who?
Why, Fred末 and he's the one with the confidence. He's the one who wants
To play shows called gigs...in front of two or three hundred social saps
With hidden gums and fingers that sniff instead. Fred instead
Goddamn hell, that stage is lit and open and dry as a quail bone
And the club has set up a dozen amplifiers with rolling stands
And shall I plug in any old electric guitar and motion with my hands
For everyone to stop playing, for Pete's sake, and give me a chance
To reverse the polarity so the folks in the chairs up front will depart
For clearer circumstance. Fred just can't pick up the correct tempo
As his set of gleaming gigdrums (as he calls them) are cracking and laughing
Yes, and during every one of nearly sixty rehearsals the questions
Were few and far between. So I ask: what have we done? I can't picture it
All those nine/eight time signatures... no no no, just put 9/8... they'll understand
Proceeding... the drum courses have been preempted. I can't picture it"