Paging docta Faustus
caller at the office
the gentleman with the horns
says he’s here to meet you
says he’s sure you’ll see him
here to discuss some crown of thorns
or something or the other
the moors or heights that wuther
or the corruption to which flesh is heir
it seems he’s a solution
an oath or institution
some contract or time share
paging docta Faustus
careful thought you lost us
You better come and choose
to send him back wherever
or hear out his endeavor
an offer he say you can’t refuse
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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