Years ago the phone rang off the hook for Dr. Monroe
 But he's erased the names in his little black book, he's living alone
 Oh, you might have seen him chain-smoking on national TV
 Drinking scotch on the rocks and flipping through playboy magazines
 He will not hello, invite you to his chateau in the Pyrenees
 He's a real sharp shooter, good looker, smooth talker with the ladies

 [bad word] on high speed trains seeing visions of what he used to have
 Like a choir boy in the wings it's the death of a ladies man

 Ten years ago he quit the material world 
 He started speaking to the sixth dimension through public urinals
 Oh, her got curious and started wearing some of Helenas clothes
 He quit the firm and set up practice in his bathtub
 Helen said "darling, Iam concerned, do you think that you'll pull through
 Or should I call the doctor?" 
 He said "that's what I am, you fool."

 [bad word] on high speed trains seeing visions of what he used to have
 Like a choir boy in the wings it's the death of a ladies man

 He's got his hair slicked back and his boots laced tight and shined
 He makes a killer first impression 'cause he smells like turpentine
 Oh, he'll slide beside you and ask you for his name
 He extinguishes his cigarette in your water and then gives it a swig
 "when is your stop? Where are you getting off?" 
 Gee, I can't be so sure, maybe Berlin, or maybe not

 [bad word] on high speed trains seeing visions of what he used to have
 Like a choir boy in the wings it's the death of a ladies man

 When [bad word] in to see you he will look you straight in the eye
 When he says "voulez-vous coucher avec moi?" [bad word] for you life

 Cause [bad word] on high speed trains seeing visions of what he used to have
 Like a choir boy in the wings it's the death of a ladies man